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 the UAE and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Misunderstood to the rock 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Drexciya,
Rotary Connection,
H. Thieme,
Alice Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Archie Shepp,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
The Beau Brummels,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Style,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
Gong,
DNA,
Alphaville,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Trumans Water,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
The Barracudas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
The Cure,
Q65,
Infiniti,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.