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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Inner City to the jazz 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
cv313,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
Pole,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Byrd,
the Germs,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
Smog,
The Blues Magoos,
Quadrant,
Subhumans,
X-102,
The Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.