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 Turkey and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Godley & Creme,
Ohio Players,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
The Standells,
CMW,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Harmonia,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
Ituana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Association,
MC5,
Gabor Szabo,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.