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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Lydon to the rock 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pussy Galore,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
Yellowson,
The Cowsills,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
Little Man,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
Basic Channel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
Lungfish,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
Unwound,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
The Human League,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.