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 Congo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Henry Cow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
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,
Television,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magma,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
Eli Mardock,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reagan Youth,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
Smog,
Bronski Beat,
The Stooges,
K-Klass,
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five,
Black Sheep,
the Slits,
Q and Not U,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
The Moleskins,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.