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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Joy Division,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
Jacques Brel,
Kaleidoscope,
Blake Baxter,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
Bauhaus,
Patti Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
Inner City,
John Lydon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones,
The Moleskins,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Gang Dance,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
Franke,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.