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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Invisible to the dance 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oblivians,
Fear,
Model 500,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Janne Schatter,
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
Ultravox,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
The Slackers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Rapeman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.