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 Zambia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Symarip to the grime 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
Excepter,
Gang Starr,
Liliput,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
Pole,
Roger Hodgson,
Wings,
Pussy Galore,
Pulsallama,
Hasil Adkins,
The Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
Roxette,
The Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yaz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.