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 Tanzania 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scan 7 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
Idris Muhammad,
Cluster,
Mr. Review,
Lungfish,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Half Japanese,
Intrusion,
Ponytail,
Rotary Connection,
The Cure,
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
The Red Krayola,
Mantronix,
Unwound,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
The Index,
Technova,
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Japan,
The Fugs,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
Franke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.