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 Thailand and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unwound,
Ponytail,
Arcadia,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.