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 France and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
The Martian,
AZ,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Masters at Work,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
MC5,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
F. McDonald,
Piero Umiliani,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
Ludus,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.