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 East Timor and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
Michelle Simonal,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deakin,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pagans,
Wire,
The Pretty Things,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
The Fuzztones,
The Blackbyrds,
Sixth Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
Hoover,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang of Four,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
Youth Brigade,
Supertramp,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.