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 Niger and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 DJ Sneak to the electroclash 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Excepter,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Cymande,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dirtbombs,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
Nils Olav,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
June Days,
Urselle,
Pere Ubu,
Model 500,
Deepchord,
MDC,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smiths,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins,
The Moleskins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.