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 Nepal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Pulsallama,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sam Rivers,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
Godley & Creme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
Connie Case,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
Sandy B,
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
a-ha,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
Morten Harket,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker,
Bauhaus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.