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 Brunei and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
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 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 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton,
Yaz,
Moby Grape,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
Roxy Music,
the Germs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
the Swans,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
Skarface,
Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
Agitation Free,
Oblivians,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman,
Interpol,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
Eric Copeland,
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
Loose Ends,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Subhumans,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.