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 Russia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
Thompson Twins,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
Schoolly D,
The Standells,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
Sällskapet,
Motorama,
Audionom,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
Essential Logic,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
Eric Copeland,
Minny Pops,
Jacob Miller,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Loose Ends,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.