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 Korea North and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Porter Ricks to the grunge 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s.
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 Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Lakeside,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Teasers,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
Henry Cow,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
Swell Maps,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
The Velvet Underground,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-101,
UT,
The Fall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
The Fuzztones,
Mo-Dettes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skarface,
Fear,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.