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 Guatemala and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Circle Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
Rotary Connection,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
Suicide,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
Rufus Thomas,
Cecil Taylor,
Unwound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope,
Sister Nancy,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
Lyres,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul II Soul,
Magazine,
Model 500,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
Sight & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barrington Levy,
CMW,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
Deepchord,
Crime,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.