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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Moleskins 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget 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?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
Sun City Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
The Remains,
Make Up,
Urselle,
PIL,
Suicide,
Nico,
Warsaw,
The Misunderstood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
Buzzcocks,
Mantronix,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
The Buckinghams,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
Ohio Players,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.