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 Andorra and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 John Foxx to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magma,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
Vainqueur,
The Divine Comedy,
Hot Snakes,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
Shoche,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
X-101,
John Foxx,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.