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 Sweden and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Walker Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
Jacob Miller,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
The Count Five,
Gong,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
The Doors,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
Brand Nubian,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agent Orange,
Faust,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
The American Breed,
Model 500,
The Buckinghams,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter and Kerry,
Half Japanese,
Fatback Band,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.