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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Lower 48 to the grunge 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Aural Exciters,
Rekid,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound,
The Fall,
Bad Manners,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
Sandy B,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gories,
the Swans,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
In Retrospect,
Robert Wyatt,
the Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mummies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
Icehouse,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
Circle Jerks,
Crime,
Drexciya,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.