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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Wire to the electroclash 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Yazoo,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Delon & Dalcan,
Smog,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
The Index,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff,
48th St. Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
Theoretical Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
David Bowie,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
Darondo,
Erasure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.