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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Names to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat 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?
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yusef Lateef,
Urselle,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols,
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
Massinfluence,
The Fuzztones,
The Evens,
kango's stein massive,
Von Mondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.