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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drive Like Jehu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camouflage,
Morten Harket,
Fear,
David McCallum,
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Harmonia,
Scrapy,
Cluster,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
The Cramps,
Barry Ungar,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MC5,
Icehouse,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Smooth,
Y Pants,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
Agent Orange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crime,
The Smoke,
The Dead C,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.