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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Blues Magoos to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Banda Bassotti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantytec,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gabor Szabo,
The Selecter,
Crime,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive,
Slave,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
Pole,
The Buckinghams,
Guru Guru,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.