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 Palau and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott Heron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
Judy Mowatt,
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
X-101,
Wally Richardson,
Joensuu 1685,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
The Doors,
Qualms,
Amon Düül II,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sugar Minott,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
Excepter,
Ossler,
Black Moon,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.