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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 James White and The Blacks to the punk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
The Five Americans,
Arcadia,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minutemen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
Mad Mike,
Danielle Patucci,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
Babytalk,
Cybotron,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mandrill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.