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 Congo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Mission of Burma to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Oblivians,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Moon,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Inner City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron,
Severed Heads,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
The Litter,
The Walker Brothers,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead,
New York Dolls,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.