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 Antigua 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 DNA to the punk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
Brick,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
Half Japanese,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Reuben Wilson,
Fluxion,
Sixth Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
Unwound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quantec,
Mandrill,
The Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
The Walker Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.