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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boz Scaggs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Josef K,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DNA,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
Darondo,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
the Sonics,
Faust,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
The Move,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Popol Vuh,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.