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 El Salvador and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Wake to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
OOIOO,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
In Retrospect,
Soul II Soul,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
Nas,
Monks,
Scientists,
The Names,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
Fatback Band,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks,
The Neon Judgement,
R.M.O.,
The Gories,
Banda Bassotti,
Minny Pops,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül,
Hoover,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.