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 Serbia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Rites of Spring to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
Brick,
Zapp,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
Los Fastidios,
Pantaleimon,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
10cc,
New Order,
Mission of Burma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
Eddi Front,
The Velvet Underground,
Lindisfarne,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
Hot Snakes,
The Standells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.