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 Jordan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
Newcleus,
Quadrant,
Pylon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Halsall,
Malaria!,
cv313,
Mo-Dettes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Unrelated Segments,
Negative Approach,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
Harmonia,
Roxy Music,
Bush Tetras,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
Chrome,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.