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 Montenegro and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 the Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
Rekid,
The Blues Magoos,
Janne Schatter,
Eurythmics,
Mark Hollis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
Hashim,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-101,
Organ,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
Camberwell Now,
Yaz,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Simply Red,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Holt,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
The Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.