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 Yemen and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 the Germs to the rock 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
Mars,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Ken Boothe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television Personalities,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Marvin Gaye,
Grauzone,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Moss Icon,
Godley & Creme,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
Soft Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
Harry Pussy,
Inner City,
The Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos,
Icehouse,
The Cramps,
Sandy B,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.