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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 L. Decosne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic,
Howard Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
Main Source,
Model 500,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
Y Pants,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Velvet Underground,
Charles Mingus,
Anakelly,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultra Naté,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pop Group,
The Monks,
Excepter,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.