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 Moldova and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Franke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
Half Japanese,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
Icehouse,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
Skarface,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
Ohio Players,
Nick Fraelich,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Maurizio,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Index,
Guru Guru,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
B.T. Express,
DJ Sneak,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.