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 San Marino 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugazi to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Buzzcocks,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape,
Hot Snakes,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Busters,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Von Mondo,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Offenders,
Index,
Can,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anakelly,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
Theoretical Girls,
Scientists,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
Ronnie Foster,
Cheater Slicks,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.