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 Croatia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
The Evens,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
Fluxion,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Youth Brigade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
E-Dancer,
Visage,
Minor Threat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Television,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fugs,
The Fall,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.