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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Nirvana 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare,
Sexual Harrassment,
48th St. Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Camouflage,
Henry Cow,
Aural Exciters,
The Stooges,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Outsiders,
Eli Mardock,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
DNA,
New Order,
Barclay James Harvest,
Simply Red,
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX,
The Cure,
Josef K,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
Howard Jones,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
The Monks,
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.