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 Grenada and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Absolute Body Control to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
Excepter,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Foxx,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
Pantaleimon,
Malaria!,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
Sparks,
Oneida,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deakin,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rapeman,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Little Man,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Drexciya,
Pantytec,
Das Ding,
The Music Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.