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 Venezuela and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Royal Trux to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
Patti Smith,
Crooked Eye,
The Durutti Column,
Cybotron,
Sound Behaviour,
Graham Central Station,
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Bourne,
Fear,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
Lakeside,
X-101,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
B.T. Express,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
The Remains,
Ituana,
Bluetip,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
the Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Motorama,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Audionom,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.