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 Iraq and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Index,
Andrew Hill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
Erykah Badu,
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr,
Pole,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
D'Angelo,
Intrusion,
Blancmange,
T. Rex,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
Arcadia,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
Jawbox,
FM Einheit,
Suburban Knight,
the Normal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.