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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the electroclash 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Unwound,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Searchers,
Jerry's Kids,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABC,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
The Index,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
ABBA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joyce Sims,
Tres Demented,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.