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 Israel and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fear to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 snare and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Fugs,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
The Leaves,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
Donald Byrd,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
Symarip,
Aural Exciters,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Circle Jerks,
The Victims,
Franke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
The Dead C,
Audionom,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.