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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Scrapy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television,
Soft Machine,
Howard Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funkadelic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pop Group,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
DNA,
Pagans,
Clear Light,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Associates,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
Model 500,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.