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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 CMW to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
Nico,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
Metal Thangz,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
The Zeros,
Dawn Penn,
Unwound,
Lalann,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Stooges,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
Altered Images,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
Television Personalities,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
Dual Sessions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.