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 Malta and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Moss Icon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Pylon,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bronski Beat,
Sällskapet,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Roxy Music,
Index,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aswad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
The Red Krayola,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
Public Enemy,
Fear,
T. Rex,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
Harmonia,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
Swell Maps,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.