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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Cramps to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultravox,
Ken Boothe,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nico,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA,
The New Christs,
Arcadia,
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
Deakin,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cameo,
Yellowson,
Scientists,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
Negative Approach,
the Germs,
The Smoke,
DJ Sneak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.