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 Estonia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Dennis Brown to the punk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
The Motions,
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quadrant,
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
the Normal,
Infiniti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.