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 Oman and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Cure to the punk 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flipper,
Joe Smooth,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
Icehouse,
Godley & Creme,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
Lalann,
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
Yaz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
Kaleidoscope,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
Nas,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
Matthew Bourne,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
Barry Ungar,
Rites of Spring,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.