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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lyres,
Unwound,
a-ha,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slackers,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Loose Ends,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Real Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Rites of Spring,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
Suicide,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
Altered Images,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
CMW,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
One Last Wish,
Rosa Yemen,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
Arcadia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.