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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Ronan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Symarip,
Unrelated Segments,
The Toasters,
CMW,
Brass Construction,
Main Source,
James White and The Blacks,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scion,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Christie,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
Yaz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Amazonics,
Flipper,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
Con Funk Shun,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Japan,
Deakin,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
Clear Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.