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 Dominica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 10cc to the crunk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
Lyres,
Sparks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
Laurel Aitken,
Darondo,
The Fortunes,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
Motorama,
The Cramps,
Q and Not U,
Magazine,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sandy B,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.