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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Doors to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
Boredoms,
Slave,
Sound Behaviour,
Fad Gadget,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
Mo-Dettes,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
Iggy Pop,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
The Invisible,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Scrapy,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.