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 Chad and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Detroit Cobras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
FM Einheit,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
The Moody Blues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
Pylon,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.