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 Libya and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Anakelly to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
LL Cool J,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
Bauhaus,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
CMW,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
Derrick May,
Sam Rivers,
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül,
Fear,
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Saints,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.