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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
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 sitar 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Gap Band,
Chris Corsano,
Vainqueur,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
Desert Stars,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
The Angels of Light,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
Grey Daturas,
Lalann,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Human League,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reagan Youth,
AZ,
Swans,
Scrapy,
The Moody Blues,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
The Gories,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quantec,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Jandek,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eddi Front,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
Lee Hazlewood,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.