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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delta 5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
Swans,
The Count Five,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
The Dead C,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Mandrill,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
The Gap Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pretty Things,
Dawn Penn,
Sugar Minott,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
Guru Guru,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
The Remains,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
the Association,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.