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 East Timor and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Names to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
Swell Maps,
Tommy Roe,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Christie,
Country Teasers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
Severed Heads,
Morten Harket,
Sarah Menescal,
Chrome,
The Busters,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The New Christs,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
James White and The Blacks,
Scion,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
PIL,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.