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 Uganda and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Cosmic Jokers to the rock 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
Heaven 17,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
Talk Talk,
Slave,
The Associates,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marmalade,
Zapp,
Whodini,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
James White and The Blacks,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
John Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
The Smoke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
Moby Grape,
Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.