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 Israel and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Joensuu 1685 to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
The Beau Brummels,
Outsiders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
Trumans Water,
LL Cool J,
Drive Like Jehu,
Juan Atkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
The Invisible,
The Human League,
Unwound,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
Reuben Wilson,
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
Essential Logic,
The Blackbyrds,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.