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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Gang Gang Dance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
Warsaw,
The Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates,
The Angels of Light,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
Isaac Hayes,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Porter Ricks,
Al Stewart,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hardrive,
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Eating Sloth,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.