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 Iceland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Organ to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
Boz Scaggs,
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Kayak,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
Magazine,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonic Youth,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Stooges,
Scion,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oblivians,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
Sparks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nirvana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
Hashim,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.