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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Rufus Thomas to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Roger Hodgson,
Wings,
The Count Five,
World's Most,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Aswad,
Pagans,
Erykah Badu,
The Gap Band,
Arab on Radar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Section 25,
Cameo,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
Mars,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Jawbox,
the Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Tears for Fears,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
Man Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.