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 Chile and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cure to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
UT,
Infiniti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Althea and Donna,
Negative Approach,
Theoretical Girls,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
E-Dancer,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
Newcleus,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
Guru Guru,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
Ultravox,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
The Zeros,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABC,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Urselle,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.