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 Moldova and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Wire to the crunk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Association,
Smog,
Bill Near,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
the Human League,
Alphaville,
Anthony Braxton,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare,
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
Inner City,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spoonie Gee,
Trumans Water,
Reagan Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Bourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
Mr. Review,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aloha Tigers,
Monolake,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.