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 Sweden and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Knickerbockers to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Cale,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
Nas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
Wire,
Joe Smooth,
Cybotron,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Normal,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
The Pop Group,
The Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Can,
CMW,
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Dolphy,
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Marmalade,
10cc,
Soul Sonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.