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 Nicaragua and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini,
Bronski Beat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
Moby Grape,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
Bootsy Collins,
Suicide,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-102,
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
Reagan Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
Carl Craig,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.