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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Andrew Hill to the grunge 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
Radiopuhelimet,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
Joensuu 1685,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
Pagans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Panda Bear,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
The J.B.'s,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk,
Flash Fearless,
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Standells,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.