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 Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Flag,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
the Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fugazi,
Eric Dolphy,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
Sexual Harrassment,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sixth Finger,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
MDC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
The Raincoats,
Babytalk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.