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 Somalia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jandek to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
AZ,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
Ornette Coleman,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Iggy Pop,
Tres Demented,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX,
Stiv Bators,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
KRS-One,
This Heat,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
Depeche Mode,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
Magazine,
Leonard Cohen,
Hashim,
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unwound,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
Index,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.