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 Sierra Leone and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Little Man to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Little Man,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Order,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pere Ubu,
Marine Girls,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
the Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
Pantytec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül,
Oneida,
Lightning Bolt,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.