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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lyres to the jazz 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Lindisfarne,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
Rekid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Remains,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dirtbombs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
R.M.O.,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
Bill Wells,
Fugazi,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deepchord,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.