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 Ireland and from New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Boredoms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flipper,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin,
Silicon Teens,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Interpol,
Davy DMX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
X-102,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
Nirvana,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.