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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Mantronix to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Fear,
CMW,
Whodini,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Half Japanese,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
Grey Daturas,
Jawbox,
Reuben Wilson,
Buzzcocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Arcadia,
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Hood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
Junior Murvin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
China Crisis,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
Section 25,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Count Five,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
The Dead C,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.