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 Togo and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
FM Einheit,
Marine Girls,
Surgeon,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Nirvana,
The Tremeloes,
Livin' Joy,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
The Smiths,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
UT,
Basic Channel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
The Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
Erykah Badu,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
Rufus Thomas,
Wolf Eyes,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scientists,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.