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 Micronesia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Japan to the punk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Black Bananas,
The Names,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monks,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ice-T,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young,
Television Personalities,
Delta 5,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Subhumans,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
Metal Thangz,
Mad Mike,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eddi Front,
Rhythm & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mr. Review,
Zapp,
The Techniques,
Fad Gadget,
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.