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 Suriname and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep 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 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Chrome,
Neu!,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
The Human League,
Ludus,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
ABBA,
Sandy B,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
K-Klass,
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MDC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Underground Resistance,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
PIL,
Arab on Radar,
Yellowson,
Dual Sessions,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter,
Banda Bassotti,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
CMW,
Tom Boy,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
Vladislav Delay,
Lindisfarne,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.