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 Afghanistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barracudas to the grunge 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zapp,
Minutemen,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Al Stewart,
Freddie Wadling,
Malaria!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
Lou Christie,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cal Tjader,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
Pagans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Leaves,
UT,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.