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 Kazakhstan and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
Wire,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
Visage,
Jeff Mills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Excepter,
Scan 7,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
Derrick May,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
Deakin,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
T. Rex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Black Dice,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Yellowson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
Monolake,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
Underground Resistance,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
Minny Pops,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.