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 Manila.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Scion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Whodini,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mission of Burma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
Fela Kuti,
The Real Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Spandau Ballet,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reuben Wilson,
Henry Cow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus,
Cecil Taylor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
Faust,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun City Girls,
The Evens,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
LL Cool J,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.