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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Joyce Sims to the dance 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
Pere Ubu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
The Gories,
Arthur Verocai,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
Prince Buster,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.