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 Fiji and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hashim,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faraquet,
MC5,
The Evens,
Bluetip,
Suburban Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pierre Henry,
Davy DMX,
Tom Boy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
In Retrospect,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Motorama,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Enemy,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.