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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grime 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
Sun Ra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pulsallama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
The Buckinghams,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
the Association,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
Fluxion,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
Pussy Galore,
Ice-T,
Simply Red,
UT,
Dual Sessions,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Animal Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
Josef K,
L. Decosne,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Happenings,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.