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 Kenya and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Doors to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
the Germs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
In Retrospect,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
The Pop Group,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vainqueur,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funkadelic,
Rod Modell,
ABC,
Sixth Finger,
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
Alton Ellis,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins,
Reuben Wilson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Josef K,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.