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 Georgia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
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 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 Pulsallama to the grime 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
Suicide,
Surgeon,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
The Birthday Party,
Roxy Music,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
Urselle,
Mars,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Iggy Pop,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
The Buckinghams,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
Liliput,
Symarip,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.