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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Underground Resistance to the punk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters,
MC5,
Quantec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
the Normal,
Drexciya,
Q65,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lower 48,
The Last Poets,
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
The Misunderstood,
Wolf Eyes,
The Barracudas,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Babytalk,
Reagan Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
Television,
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slits,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.