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 Madagascar and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Supertramp to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Audionom,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
The Toasters,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The American Breed,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deepchord,
New York Dolls,
Bob Dylan,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joyce Sims,
Ultravox,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
Ituana,
New Order,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
Eddi Front,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
Maurizio,
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.