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 Guinea-Bissau and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visage to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
Ohio Players,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
DNA,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultra Naté,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wally Richardson,
Flash Fearless,
CMW,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
Joe Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
One Last Wish,
the Human League,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.