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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ludus to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Connie Case,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
Marvin Gaye,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronan,
Donald Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
Nils Olav,
Ossler,
Ornette Coleman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
Absolute Body Control,
Negative Approach,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
Derrick May,
Robert Görl,
Simply Red,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.