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 Armenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Clear Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
Suicide,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
Scrapy,
Black Bananas,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
Pole,
Howard Jones,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magazine,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
Boredoms,
Drexciya,
The United States of America,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Wake,
Eddi Front,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
PIL,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
Brick,
X-102,
Faraquet,
A Certain Ratio,
Lower 48,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
Letta Mbulu,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.