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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Scratch Acid to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
The Moody Blues,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Adolescents,
The Offenders,
Fugazi,
Mars,
The Saints,
The Busters,
Section 25,
Lindisfarne,
Yellowson,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
John Cale,
Sandy B,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Josef K,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
The Zeros,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.