Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Peru and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Monochrome Set to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Visage. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
Rapeman,
Rekid,
The Standells,
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Motorama,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fortunes,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
Model 500,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
the Bar-Kays,
Mars,
Public Enemy,
Harry Pussy,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
PIL,
The Leaves,
AZ,
New Order,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
the Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.