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 Guyana and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Unwound to the rock 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Chris & Cosey,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
Monks,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultravox,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Ronan,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
Supertramp,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Von Mondo,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound,
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
Peter and Kerry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.