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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 AZ to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
the Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Massinfluence,
Fela Kuti,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Michelle Simonal,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Circle Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Can,
Brick,
The Fugs,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.