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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Pylon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes,
Animal Collective,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Howard Jones,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A,
Shoche,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Trojans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.