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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 The Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
The Remains,
The Motions,
the Swans,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
Erasure,
DNA,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
The Pop Group,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
OOIOO,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
Warsaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
The Golliwogs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.