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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 the Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Neon Judgement,
Lungfish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
Bluetip,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
Kayak,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
Faust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
Colin Newman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
The Associates,
New York Dolls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers,
Archie Shepp,
Ultravox,
Japan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.