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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Ultra Naté to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Neon Judgement,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
Ronan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MC5,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
Hardrive,
The Busters,
the Association,
Amazonics,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
The Slits,
Ossler,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
Von Mondo,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.