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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
The Monks,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
Skriet,
Darondo,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
The Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Age Steppers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skarface,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
Faust,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.