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 Namibia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Nirvana to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scan 7,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
La Düsseldorf,
Smog,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
Whodini,
Scott Walker,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Royal Trux,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mantronix,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
Marine Girls,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.