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 Angola and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 World's Most to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Normal,
Ituana,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust,
The Stooges,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
Dawn Penn,
Simply Red,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sonics,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.