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 Tunisia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
John Lydon,
Zapp,
The Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Womack,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cybotron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
The Monochrome Set,
Nas,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skarface,
X-Ray Spex,
Alison Limerick,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro,
cv313,
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
Archie Shepp,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
Skriet,
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.