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 Argentina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 X-101 to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Grauzone,
Hoover,
Thompson Twins,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
Moebius,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader,
Janne Schatter,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
Circle Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q65,
Eurythmics,
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.