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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Arcadia to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
the Human League,
Motorama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crooked Eye,
Howard Jones,
Fear,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
Pantytec,
Procol Harum,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
New York Dolls,
Hardrive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
Wire,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
The Standells,
EPMD,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.