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 Qatar and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Mr. Review to the punk 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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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?
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
Warsaw,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amazonics,
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
New York Dolls,
Altered Images,
Can,
Los Fastidios,
Maleditus Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Lydon,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
the Germs,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Adolescents,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
Surgeon,
Procol Harum,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.