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 Bolivia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Deadbeat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stiv Bators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ituana,
La Düsseldorf,
The Real Kids,
Tom Boy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
Bobby Womack,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps,
Scan 7,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
Vainqueur,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nas,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.