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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pagans to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Piero Umiliani,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Bowie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
Glenn Branca,
Black Moon,
The Happenings,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Morten Harket,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
Eric Copeland,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
Yaz,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonic Youth,
Suicide,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
The Fall,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
The Last Poets,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.