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 Norway and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Saccharine Trust to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
Symarip,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
Tim Buckley,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Excepter,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drexciya,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
D'Angelo,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
Make Up,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
Angry Samoans,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
Wally Richardson,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
Pulsallama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.