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 Brunei and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Faraquet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Quadrant,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Kurtis Blow,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Desert Stars,
the Slits,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
Alison Limerick,
The Black Dice,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
Ice-T,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx,
The Remains,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.