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 Syria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Interpol to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light 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?
Al Stewart,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
Ponytail,
Aaron Thompson,
Wings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
China Crisis,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
Neil Young,
JFA,
Babytalk,
Stetsasonic,
Circle Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fela Kuti,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ken Boothe,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
Niagra,
Freddie Wadling,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Barracudas,
Maurizio,
Livin' Joy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.