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 Kazakhstan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Saints to the crunk 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Saints,
Surgeon,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
Faust,
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skaos,
Schoolly D,
Jeru the Damaja,
In Retrospect,
Maurizio,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Pierre Henry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
Juan Atkins,
the Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Lakeside,
Interpol,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.