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 Tonga and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pierre Henry to the grunge 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Don Cherry,
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
Patti Smith,
EPMD,
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
Fluxion,
Wings,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.