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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Dirtbombs to the dance 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic,
Eric Copeland,
Idris Muhammad,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
Black Moon,
Crime,
the Normal,
Au Pairs,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
Jandek,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rakim,
X-101,
Thee Headcoats,
Hoover,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.