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 Gambia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Don Cherry to the electroclash 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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Bluetip,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
The Victims,
Make Up,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
The Mummies,
Kurtis Blow,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
Jawbox,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
Bang On A Can,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
Brick,
Interpol,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
Yaz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Ossler,
AZ,
The Seeds,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.