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 Austria and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q and Not U,
John Lydon,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
The Red Krayola,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül,
Thompson Twins,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
FM Einheit,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yellowson,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
Soul II Soul,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
the Human League,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mars,
Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.