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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 LL Cool J to the crunk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
Albert Ayler,
T.S.O.L.,
Banda Bassotti,
Desert Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
Joy Division,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
The Searchers,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
John Cale,
Accadde A,
Fugazi,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
Malaria!,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
Visage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacques Brel,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
Aaron Thompson,
Erasure,
Fat Boys,
The Remains,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.