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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dead Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Yaz,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
Rekid,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
Symarip,
The Names,
Fugazi,
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Danielle Patucci,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
Hashim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
Suburban Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
Chris & Cosey,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Agitation Free,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.