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 France and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Fall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kas Product,
Agent Orange,
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
the Slits,
Khruangbin,
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
Gang of Four,
The Young Rascals,
Alphaville,
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
Motorama,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
Blancmange,
John Holt,
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Starr,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
Visage,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
Supertramp,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
Black Moon,
kango's stein massive,
ABC,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.