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 Canada and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
Altered Images,
Motorama,
Quando Quango,
Wire,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jawbox,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
Ken Boothe,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
Surgeon,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
Carl Craig,
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
Qualms,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cameo,
Trumans Water,
Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.