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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Magma to the punk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
the Swans,
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
The Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
This Heat,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
The Cowsills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
Amazonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon,
Goldenarms,
Q65,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
a-ha,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
Slave,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.