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 Ecuador and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Evens to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Wake,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
The Count Five,
Black Flag,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Machine,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
Charles Mingus,
Shuggie Otis,
The Names,
The Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sarah Menescal,
La Düsseldorf,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
Slick Rick,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.