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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harry Pussy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
Excepter,
Neu!,
Derrick Morgan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glenn Branca,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
Gabor Szabo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Subhumans,
Toni Rubio,
Flash Fearless,
Popol Vuh,
Josef K,
OOIOO,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
The Motions,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
a-ha,
Roxette,
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
The Count Five,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.