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 Mongolia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Marvin Gaye to the rap 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Starr,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears,
Bauhaus,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
Fluxion,
New Order,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
Peter and Kerry,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
Quadrant,
Unwound,
Yellowson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
Livin' Joy,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.