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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Magma,
Franke,
Joy Division,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brand Nubian,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
The Sonics,
Skaos,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
Smog,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
Whodini,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
Simply Red,
JFA,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.