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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minor Threat to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Cymande,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slits,
Hoover,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swell Maps,
Dawn Penn,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
Glenn Branca,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
48th St. Collective,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
Hardrive,
Sonic Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quantec,
Dave Gahan,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
Lakeside,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Sällskapet,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.