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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
Junior Murvin,
Porter Ricks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reagan Youth,
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
The Stooges,
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
Skarface,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
The Slackers,
Fela Kuti,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
Patti Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
the Association,
Easy Going,
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
Trumans Water,
New Order,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.