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 Antigua and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
Graham Central Station,
Buzzcocks,
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Cameo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Symarip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pole,
The Fortunes,
Audionom,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Hood,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox,
MC5,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.