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 Kuwait and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 World's Most to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
The Skatalites,
KRS-One,
Bush Tetras,
Ponytail,
Franke,
Fela Kuti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Interpol,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
The Kinks,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick Morgan,
Model 500,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
X-102,
Scott Walker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pylon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.