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 Mali and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 One Last Wish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Deadbeat,
Mark Hollis,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
John Holt,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Vainqueur,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Aswad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
Pere Ubu,
Interpol,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.