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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Lower 48 to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Sheep,
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Nico,
June of 44,
Deepchord,
The Leaves,
Janne Schatter,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Copeland,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liliput,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
Quantec,
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
Minutemen,
The American Breed,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
Qualms,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
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.