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 Cameroon 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Birthday Party to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magma,
Con Funk Shun,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The J.B.'s,
The Remains,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Stereo Dub,
Alphaville,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
Tubeway Army,
U.S. Maple,
Lyres,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
Wire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.