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 Poland and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
Jacob Miller,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
The Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
Erasure,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABC,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
Kurtis Blow,
Liliput,
The Sound,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
The Remains,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
Qualms,
Kerri Chandler,
The Motions,
the Slits,
Jandek,
Pylon,
Crime,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
Mark Hollis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
the Association,
Matthew Bourne,
Mr. Review,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.