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 Barbados and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fortunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Alice Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
Youth Brigade,
Simply Red,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
Alison Limerick,
Ohio Players,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Buckinghams,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
Television Personalities,
Oneida,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
Cybotron,
The Fortunes,
Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide,
Main Source,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
Rosa Yemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
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.