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 United States and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Maleditus Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wolf Eyes,
Q65,
Fluxion,
Scrapy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
Hardrive,
Kayak,
Royal Trux,
Mr. Review,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
Joy Division,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
Hoover,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
Tim Buckley,
Severed Heads,
The American Breed,
Quadrant,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
The Five Americans,
Skaos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.