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 Yemen and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fuzztones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
Swans,
Silicon Teens,
E-Dancer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brand Nubian,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Circle Jerks,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
Brick,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
June of 44,
Archie Shepp,
The Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
Quantec,
Technova,
MDC,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
Cymande,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
10cc,
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Move,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
The Dirtbombs,
K-Klass,
CMW,
The Slackers,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.