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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Severed Heads 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Holt,
Smog,
T.S.O.L.,
Clear Light,
Joyce Sims,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
CMW,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
Scion,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
Lightning Bolt,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
Cluster,
Ponytail,
Bauhaus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
Q and Not U,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.