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 Barbados and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Q65,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
The Searchers,
The Names,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
Wasted Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Rod Modell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
Camberwell Now,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
Minnie Riperton,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
Oneida,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
Kas Product,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
Rapeman,
Silicon Teens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.