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 Libya and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Arcadia to the electroclash 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
The Index,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
David McCallum,
Tommy Roe,
Skarface,
Tears for Fears,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Dolphy,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
Swans,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
Make Up,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
EPMD,
Funkadelic,
Pantaleimon,
Ten City,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
a-ha,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
Cecil Taylor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.