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 Norway and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Chrome to the jazz 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
The Martian,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ten City,
Echospace,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
The Star Department,
Cluster,
MDC,
Unrelated Segments,
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Tropical Tobacco,
Godley & Creme,
The Smiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Görl,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.