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 Montenegro and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dirtbombs to the dance 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
Chris & Cosey,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liliput,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Scrapy,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.