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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Standells to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
Barbara Tucker,
Scion,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
The Mummies,
Arab on Radar,
JFA,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
Spandau Ballet,
Pagans,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Qualms,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Fugazi,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
The Fall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
David McCallum,
cv313,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.