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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 The Alarm Clocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Janne Schatter,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
Siglo XX,
Wings,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Minutemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Pole,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
Man Parrish,
The Litter,
Black Pus,
Audionom,
Khruangbin,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
Alphaville,
Charles Mingus,
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
Model 500,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
Kas Product,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.