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 Venezuela and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Larry & the Blue Notes 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Techniques,
The Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
Gichy Dan,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aswad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Aloha Tigers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
Mandrill,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
Eric Dolphy,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick,
Marc Almond,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
Blancmange,
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
Minutemen,
Simply Red,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.