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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Metal Thangz to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
Swell Maps,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
Brick,
Supertramp,
June Days,
Magazine,
Trumans Water,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Babytalk,
Oneida,
Lungfish,
Intrusion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
R.M.O.,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cymande,
Radiohead,
Underground Resistance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
Moebius,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.