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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Deakin to the jazz 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slave,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Talk Talk,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
Masters at Work,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
Rotary Connection,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
Circle Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ludus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
H. Thieme,
Derrick Morgan,
Jawbox,
Scion,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.