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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Scion to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
OOIOO,
Fear,
The Tremeloes,
Smog,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joyce Sims,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
The Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Khruangbin,
MC5,
Cameo,
PIL,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
Yazoo,
MDC,
Brick,
The Doors,
Erykah Badu,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
Rapeman,
AZ,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.