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 Gabon and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scrapy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q65,
Joensuu 1685,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
The Walker Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.