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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Busters to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James White and The Blacks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
Minor Threat,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
the Association,
The Human League,
Marc Almond,
The Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
The Raincoats,
AZ,
Kas Product,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
Rekid,
Jandek,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lyres,
Connie Case,
Hashim,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
T. Rex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.