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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Section 25 to the electroclash 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
Make Up,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
Section 25,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
DNA,
Black Flag,
Audionom,
UT,
Technova,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
The Move,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
Alton Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
Erykah Badu,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.