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 Liberia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 ABBA to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
The Dead C,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
Junior Murvin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David McCallum,
Country Teasers,
CMW,
Bang On A Can,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
The Zeros,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
Moebius,
Animal Collective,
Average White Band,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.