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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Outsiders,
Symarip,
Television,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
The Sound,
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
Cameo,
Japan,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
Severed Heads,
The Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
Kayak,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pylon,
PIL,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.