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 Samoa and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alphaville to the funk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rites of Spring,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd,
Hoover,
The Count Five,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
Loose Ends,
Moss Icon,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
Cymande,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
Spoonie Gee,
Ohio Players,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Qualms,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wasted Youth,
The American Breed,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.