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 Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dead Boys to the punk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
Qualms,
Eve St. Jones,
Dawn Penn,
The Remains,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
Wings,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
Quantec,
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
Make Up,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Leonard Cohen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cluster,
Shoche,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Barracudas,
Yaz,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
Al Stewart,
Fat Boys,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.