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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Reuben Wilson to the disco 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wire,
Aswad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
Half Japanese,
Marc Almond,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
Kool Moe Dee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
The United States of America,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
Pantytec,
Cluster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
the Human League,
Magazine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.