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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Skarface to the crunk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
Gang of Four,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
Dave Gahan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Talk Talk,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Niagra,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lower 48,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxy Music,
Unwound,
the Slits,
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Lindisfarne,
Section 25,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
UT,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.