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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Raincoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Boredoms,
The Vogues,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
Spandau Ballet,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quantec,
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hoover,
Cluster,
ABC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
Crime,
Rufus Thomas,
the Bar-Kays,
Be Bop Deluxe,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.