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 Albania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Faraquet to the dance 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell,
Fear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Parry Music,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Music Machine,
Agitation Free,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q65,
Davy DMX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
The Red Krayola,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag,
The Wake,
Pagans,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
David Axelrod,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
Reagan Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Hill,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
Livin' Joy,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
Black Pus,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.