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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
Skaos,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
The Residents,
The Gories,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
Ultra Naté,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
Buzzcocks,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suicide,
Pussy Galore,
Rapeman,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.