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 Seychelles and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang of Four to the funk 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Birthday Party,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
Michelle Simonal,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Wells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
China Crisis,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
Stetsasonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols,
Qualms,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
The United States of America,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
Jandek,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
Quantec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.