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 Slovenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Circle Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mantronix,
Prince Buster,
The Residents,
Average White Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
Unwound,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gories,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Normal,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
Ronnie Foster,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes,
UT,
Mad Mike,
Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Minutemen,
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.