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 Namibia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Organ to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
Mantronix,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
The Modern Lovers,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Teasers,
H. Thieme,
Von Mondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flipper,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
Ken Boothe,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.