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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
Goldenarms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
Ten City,
Mantronix,
Tubeway Army,
Dorothy Ashby,
Basic Channel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
A Certain Ratio,
Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
Ituana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
The Smiths,
Charles Mingus,
Section 25,
Robert Hood,
UT,
Slick Rick,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.