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 Eritrea and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Severed Heads to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
Tom Boy,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
The Trojans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
DNA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arcadia,
Q65,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
Brothers Johnson,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
China Crisis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
Chris Corsano,
Monolake,
JFA,
Marmalade,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Royal Trux,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.