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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Skarface to the rock 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gerry Rafferty,
Saccharine Trust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mars,
Whodini,
Alphaville,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
Skarface,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
Crime,
Derrick May,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül II,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
Pole,
Johnny Clarke,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonic Youth,
Half Japanese,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.