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 Angola and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
Livin' Joy,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Accadde A,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lower 48,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
Fat Boys,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
Brick,
Yusef Lateef,
Negative Approach,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
Technova,
The Smiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.