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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Wake to the electroclash 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masters at Work,
John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
La Düsseldorf,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
The Doors,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
Oneida,
John Lydon,
the Human League,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going,
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delta 5,
Crooked Eye,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.