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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Pretty Things to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
OOIOO,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vainqueur,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slave,
Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stiv Bators,
The Fugs,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
Gang Green,
Brick,
Henry Cow,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gap Band,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Zeros,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
Chris Corsano,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.