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 Cambodia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 The Shadows of Knight to the crunk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
Patti Smith,
Jandek,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Near,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agitation Free,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
Pantytec,
Toni Rubio,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
Tim Buckley,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
The Tremeloes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fall,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
Grauzone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
the Slits,
The Doors,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.