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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sam Rivers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Monolake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Excepter,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quando Quango,
New York Dolls,
Joy Division,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
Cymande,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neu!,
Section 25,
Marine Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yellowson,
Basic Channel,
Little Man,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tubeway Army,
Livin' Joy,
Morten Harket,
Babytalk,
Swans,
Unwound,
Kenny Larkin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
KRS-One,
Dark Day,
Crime,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.