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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Bad Manners to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
The Kinks,
Technova,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
The Real Kids,
Stiv Bators,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
JFA,
Andrew Hill,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
The Wake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Franke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
New Order,
MC5,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.