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 Indonesia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Maurizio to the rap 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
The Names,
The Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
Marshall Jefferson,
Colin Newman,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
Scion,
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
The Velvet Underground,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
Moss Icon,
Bauhaus,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
The Toasters,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wasted Youth,
Urselle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
Magazine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.