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 Poland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Names to the dance 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
The Tremeloes,
The Gories,
Funky Four + One,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed,
Hashim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
David Bowie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aswad,
Joensuu 1685,
Sight & Sound,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
T. Rex,
The Angels of Light,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
CMW,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
Pantytec,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.