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 Papua New Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Severed Heads to the grunge 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
Aswad,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
John Lydon,
Scratch Acid,
Organ,
Panda Bear,
the Association,
Zapp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Gong,
E-Dancer,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
Bill Wells,
The Toasters,
Procol Harum,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
Rosa Yemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Icehouse,
Josef K,
Scion,
Massinfluence,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.