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 Turkmenistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Coltrane,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
Minor Threat,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dead C,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
David Bowie,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.