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 Yemen and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bill Near to the funk 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skriet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Holt,
the Swans,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
Pere Ubu,
Radio Birdman,
The United States of America,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
Nico,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
DNA,
The Offenders,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
Cameo,
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smoke,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
Animal Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.