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 Russia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glenn Branca to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
MC5,
Bauhaus,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
LL Cool J,
Tommy Roe,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
Charles Mingus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
kango's stein massive,
The Names,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
OOIOO,
Lower 48,
Swell Maps,
Isaac Hayes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
JFA,
The Last Poets,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
Funky Four + One,
Marmalade,
Bang On A Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
Supertramp,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
B.T. Express,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.