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 Brazil and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
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 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 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 John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
Technova,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Copeland,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Finger,
The Pop Group,
MDC,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
Faraquet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Evens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
Maurizio,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
Moss Icon,
Harmonia,
The Cramps,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drexciya,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
Sparks,
Gabor Szabo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.