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 Israel and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Almond to the grunge 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Copeland,
Kerri Chandler,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Patti Smith,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
Laurel Aitken,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Skatalites,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
Das Ding,
Panda Bear,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
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.