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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the punk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
The Invisible,
The American Breed,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxy Music,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
The Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
Carl Craig,
Visage,
Black Flag,
E-Dancer,
Accadde A,
The Move,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Green,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Surgeon,
Jeff Mills,
Animal Collective,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Subhumans,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
the Normal,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MDC,
Nico,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.