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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Ituana to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drexciya,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Ohio Players,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
Outsiders,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
The Young Rascals,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
10cc,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
Black Moon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
Neu!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.