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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minutemen to the rap 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
Pagans,
Darondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
Suburban Knight,
The Dead C,
Ituana,
The Busters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
The Litter,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
Symarip,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiohead,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faraquet,
The Associates,
Harmonia,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.