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 Togo and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Visage 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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris & Cosey,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
H. Thieme,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
Babytalk,
Hasil Adkins,
MC5,
Lou Christie,
The Doors,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
Skarface,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Enemy,
Adolescents,
Basic Channel,
Graham Central Station,
Sugar Minott,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
Sparks,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.