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 Cambodia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Nico to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
Flash Fearless,
Darondo,
Cymande,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
The New Christs,
Schoolly D,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare,
Bad Manners,
In Retrospect,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
Inner City,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spandau Ballet,
The Beau Brummels,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
Echospace,
Kas Product,
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.