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 Thailand and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nas to the grime 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
Jandek,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
Royal Trux,
The Gap Band,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
the Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Essential Logic,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Al Stewart,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
The Monks,
Joy Division,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.