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 India and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the electroclash 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
The Mummies,
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
Brick,
L. Decosne,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
Urselle,
Harmonia,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monolake,
CMW,
Juan Atkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
The Standells,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.