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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Litter to the rock 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
June Days,
Deepchord,
Black Flag,
The Gap Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Qualms,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
Lyres,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
John Foxx,
Visage,
Scrapy,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
MC5,
This Heat,
Television,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.