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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 48th St. Collective to the grunge 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
The Move,
Carl Craig,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
The Mummies,
Stiv Bators,
The Gories,
Vainqueur,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Patti Smith,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultravox,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nico,
Erasure,
Liliput,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Fraelich,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs,
The Real Kids,
R.M.O.,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
Mark Hollis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jandek,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.