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 Sweden and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Harry Pussy,
The Pretty Things,
Gong,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
Sight & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
F. McDonald,
New Order,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Deepchord,
Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Invisible,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
The Dead C,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
Scion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
JFA,
CMW,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.