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 Sierra Leone and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
the Normal,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
The Star Department,
Wings,
Aswad,
Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faust,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
Bad Manners,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
The Misunderstood,
Visage,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.