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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
MC5,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erasure,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
Fear,
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club,
The Happenings,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stereo Dub,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Womack,
Adolescents,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.