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 Antigua and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
Nik Kershaw,
Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Bob Dylan,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Graham Central Station,
Lebanon Hanover,
World's Most,
Easy Going,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.