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 Kuwait 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Connie Case to the disco 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Move,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erasure,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
Young Marble Giants,
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flipper,
Mars,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Japan,
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
The Mummies,
Tres Demented,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pole,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
New Order,
Faust,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.