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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Warsaw to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
the Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
Rod Modell,
DNA,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
Flash Fearless,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
Mars,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
Michelle Simonal,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.