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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 the Bar-Kays to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Con Funk Shun,
Morten Harket,
Stetsasonic,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
T. Rex,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
Slave,
Subhumans,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
Gong,
The Wake,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
Nirvana,
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
Suicide,
Tim Buckley,
The Offenders,
The Index,
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
Sun Ra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Lucky Dragons,
Fugazi,
Chris & Cosey,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Holt,
Unwound,
Q65,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
Radio Birdman,
the Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magazine,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.