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 Honduras and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Birthday Party to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
Section 25,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
F. McDonald,
Pierre Henry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Motorama,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.