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 Haiti and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Nirvana to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Tim Buckley,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moody Blues,
The Happenings,
David Axelrod,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
Symarip,
Whodini,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
Accadde A,
Monolake,
Marc Almond,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Severed Heads,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
Joe Finger,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
Reagan Youth,
Alison Limerick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
Con Funk Shun,
Wally Richardson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
Flash Fearless,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
John Lydon,
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.