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 Cambodia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Wasted Youth to the punk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
Reagan Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
June of 44,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Symarip,
The Victims,
The Names,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Holt,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
Carl Craig,
Television,
The Martian,
The Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Lightning Bolt,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
Graham Central Station,
Max Romeo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Arcadia,
The Seeds,
John Coltrane,
DJ Style,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
Rekid,
Pole,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.