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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Jesper Dahlback to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pretty Things,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Surgeon,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
Visage,
Warsaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
Slave,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Monolake,
Smog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
Flipper,
The Residents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
Brick,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.