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 China and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Desert Stars to the grunge 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spandau Ballet,
Moss Icon,
Sarah Menescal,
Flipper,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
Japan,
Marc Almond,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
Ultravox,
Adolescents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
Darondo,
Monks,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
Grey Daturas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
John Cale,
Faust,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.