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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw 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?
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
Judy Mowatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
Magma,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
David Bowie,
Fat Boys,
The Motions,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacques Brel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Public Enemy,
The Names,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker,
Marmalade,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.