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 Luxembourg and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Howard Jones to the crunk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
The Pretty Things,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacob Miller,
The Buckinghams,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
PIL,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
Skaos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Danielle Patucci,
Funky Four + One,
The Gap Band,
Pierre Henry,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
Siglo XX,
Rotary Connection,
Little Man,
Pagans,
Malaria!,
T.S.O.L.,
Scion,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
Ronnie Foster,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
The Red Krayola,
The Knickerbockers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Franke,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.