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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Aural Exciters to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Basic Channel,
The Names,
Juan Atkins,
Sandy B,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eve St. Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jawbox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains,
The Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
Television,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
Minutemen,
Vainqueur,
Babytalk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wolf Eyes,
Moss Icon,
Easy Going,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
Skriet,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
The Vogues,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
Josef K,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.