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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
Talk Talk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
Bootsy Collins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aswad,
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks,
Deakin,
Cal Tjader,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Certain Ratio,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
Trumans Water,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Max Romeo,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.