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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Quando Quango to the punk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mandrill,
Man Eating Sloth,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
Smog,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
Scientists,
Flipper,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Toasters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
The Fall,
H. Thieme,
Minny Pops,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
Accadde A,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.