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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 A Certain Ratio to the rap 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
Judy Mowatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
John Lydon,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
Magazine,
Kerri Chandler,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
The Names,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
The Electric Prunes,
Television,
Lindisfarne,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moody Blues,
Fad Gadget,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express,
Colin Newman,
Organ,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.