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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 R.M.O. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
Barry Ungar,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MC5,
The Human League,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
the Association,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
UT,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II,
The Cure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going,
Rhythm & Sound,
Symarip,
Fear,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.