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 India and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Move to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
Make Up,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
Ten City,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
Hoover,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
Roxette,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O.,
Sister Nancy,
The Gap Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
Public Enemy,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
The New Christs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.