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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 FM Einheit to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
Lindisfarne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Iggy Pop,
Rakim,
Index,
Skriet,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
PIL,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
Underground Resistance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
Mars,
Wire,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
Interpol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.