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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Youth Brigade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
UT,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
New Order,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
Donny Hathaway,
Erykah Badu,
Yaz,
PIL,
Harry Pussy,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.