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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The American Breed,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
the Swans,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.