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 Qatar 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tres Demented to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sam Rivers,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
Aswad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
Black Moon,
Barry Ungar,
The Cramps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ludus,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
Zapp,
The Neon Judgement,
Oblivians,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
Livin' Joy,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Victims,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
The Raincoats,
Neu!,
Section 25,
Skarface,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
Nirvana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.