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 Germany and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Henry Cow to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Velvet Underground,
Niagra,
F. McDonald,
Byron Stingily,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
Hardrive,
Fugazi,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
The Red Krayola,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
The Tremeloes,
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
Severed Heads,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
Scion,
Man Parrish,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
Cheater Slicks,
Monks,
Black Moon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.