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 Taiwan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Stetsasonic to the rock 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
Prince Buster,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Lalann,
a-ha,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
The Vogues,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
Rekid,
Adolescents,
Hot Snakes,
Mandrill,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Halsall,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pop Group,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.