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 Austria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
One Last Wish,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moby Grape,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scientists,
Wire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
Brick,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.