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 Iran and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gories to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
Henry Cow,
Erasure,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül,
Man Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
Agent Orange,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
The Selecter,
Tim Buckley,
Quantec,
Jandek,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
Anakelly,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
The Zeros,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
Audionom,
Warren Ellis,
The Index,
Infiniti,
Surgeon,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.