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 Taiwan 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Skarface to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
Sällskapet,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
R.M.O.,
Ponytail,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
The Real Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
Cymande,
Rekid,
10cc,
Make Up,
The Residents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
Juan Atkins,
the Normal,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs,
Fear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.