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 Morocco and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Sonny Sharrock to the funk 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster 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?
Cluster,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
Bobby Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zero Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Y Pants,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
Sight & Sound,
Darondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
cv313,
The Remains,
Metal Thangz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.