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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Barrington Levy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
Television,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions,
Tommy Roe,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
Malaria!,
Yaz,
The Smoke,
Colin Newman,
Ken Boothe,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
UT,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.