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 Libya and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Dead Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
World's Most,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
Panda Bear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fugazi,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlback,
D'Angelo,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
Mandrill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Vogues,
Basic Channel,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
Technova,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Grey Daturas,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
Lyres,
Schoolly D,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Clarke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.