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 Portugal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Livin' Joy to the techno 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skarface,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
Minor Threat,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
The Wake,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
Quadrant,
the Fania All-Stars,
Japan,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
China Crisis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barrington Levy,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
Sister Nancy,
Pylon,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Albert Ayler,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.