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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Blancmange,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
Technova,
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
Josef K,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Darondo,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
Chrome,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
Mad Mike,
Maleditus Sound,
Boredoms,
Index,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
Bizarre Inc.,
LL Cool J,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.