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 Botswana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
MDC,
Sarah Menescal,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
The Residents,
Joe Finger,
Sparks,
Glenn Branca,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
Bad Manners,
David Bowie,
Gong,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
Minor Threat,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
This Heat,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
The Remains,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.