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 Maldives and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
The Monochrome Set,
Fugazi,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
Connie Case,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
H. Thieme,
the Germs,
X-Ray Spex,
Cymande,
Au Pairs,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
Arab on Radar,
Cameo,
Brass Construction,
Smog,
A Certain Ratio,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.