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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ultimate Spinach to the dance 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Urselle,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chrome,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox,
Lalann,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aswad,
the Germs,
Oneida,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Accadde A,
Moebius,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
Kurtis Blow,
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.