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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugazi to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Essential Logic,
Gang of Four,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur,
Joe Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
Television,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra,
Q and Not U,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Marine Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
Hashim,
Man Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
the Association,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Subhumans,
Circle Jerks,
Kayak,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.