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 Antigua and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Wire to the punk 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
John Holt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Archie Shepp,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
U.S. Maple,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eden Ahbez,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.