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 Morocco and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
Mark Hollis,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
The Smoke,
Organ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
The Dead C,
Moebius,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sound Behaviour,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
The Skatalites,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
Yaz,
Tom Boy,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
The Invisible,
Aswad,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
K-Klass,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Smooth,
AZ,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.