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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Flipper to the rock 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
Dawn Penn,
Eden Ahbez,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
Soft Machine,
One Last Wish,
Joyce Sims,
H. Thieme,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
Whodini,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Procol Harum,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Lynne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.