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 Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wolf Eyes to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
Neil Young,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang of Four,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
June of 44,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
Neu!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quadrant,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
Man Parrish,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
Deepchord,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
Lalann,
Howard Jones,
Rod Modell,
Grauzone,
Little Man,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
Quando Quango,
Fela Kuti,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minnie Riperton,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
John Foxx,
Monolake,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.