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 Uruguay and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Animal Collective to the grunge 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Dave Gahan,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
Desert Stars,
The Associates,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
The Wake,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
Bang On A Can,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Sonics,
Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.