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 France and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
Ohio Players,
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tom Boy,
The Toasters,
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
Radiohead,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
Dead Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
The Names,
Subhumans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
The Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dirtbombs,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.