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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Idris Muhammad to the rock 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a clarinet 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
X-Ray Spex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
The Neon Judgement,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
Minutemen,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
The Pop Group,
Don Cherry,
Wolf Eyes,
Roger Hodgson,
Faust,
Lou Reed,
Buzzcocks,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
Ohio Players,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
June Days,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ten City,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.