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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Style,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
The Knickerbockers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
PIL,
The Gories,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantytec,
Public Image Ltd.,
New York Dolls,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
Interpol,
Robert Görl,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
X-102,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Almond,
Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide,
Pussy Galore,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
The Slits,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.