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 Micronesia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Iggy Pop to the rock 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
Don Cherry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
Chris Corsano,
Juan Atkins,
The Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster,
Little Man,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
Gong,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
Morten Harket,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
B.T. Express,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.