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 Angola and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Marc Almond to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Kinks,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
the Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Selecter,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
Amazonics,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
The Names,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Scion,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
L. Decosne,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mantronix,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slave,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.