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 Lithuania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Symarip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Half Japanese,
Cybotron,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Groovy Waters,
Dave Gahan,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
The Moleskins,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
The Seeds,
Siglo XX,
The Wake,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.