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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Residents to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Sherman,
The Buckinghams,
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
Ponytail,
10cc,
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
MDC,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Green,
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Sneak,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-101,
Chris Corsano,
Reagan Youth,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.