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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 The Happenings to the techno 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
The Tremeloes,
Wire,
Can,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacques Brel,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
Dave Gahan,
Procol Harum,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
Tommy Roe,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
Wings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Circle Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.