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 Austria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Derrick May to the funk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick May,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magma,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agitation Free,
Scan 7,
The Tremeloes,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
Wasted Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.