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 Belize and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Red Krayola to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joyce Sims,
Wire,
New Order,
Unwound,
The Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
The Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
Lakeside,
X-102,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis,
Archie Shepp,
Idris Muhammad,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
Zapp,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
Bill Wells,
Ultra Naté,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.