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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Cramps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Flash Fearless,
EPMD,
The Saints,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
Jandek,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Maurizio,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
Henry Cow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
Darondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.