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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Janne Schatter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
the Normal,
The Mummies,
The Beau Brummels,
Nico,
Marmalade,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
The Velvet Underground,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
The Raincoats,
Malaria!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
F. McDonald,
Mission of Burma,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Starr,
The Angels of Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
Little Man,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sonics,
The Doors,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.