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 Cyprus and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Slackers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Fugs,
Yazoo,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Q and Not U,
LL Cool J,
Urselle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
Index,
Minny Pops,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dave Gahan,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Con Funk Shun,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
Thompson Twins,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.