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 Montenegro and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 PIL to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Skatalites,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
The New Christs,
Can,
Warsaw,
UT,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
the Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
Juan Atkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
The Leaves,
The Index,
Ken Boothe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Eve St. Jones,
Second Layer,
The Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants,
The Black Dice,
Visage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sandy B,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
Gichy Dan,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.