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 Chad and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 China Crisis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Sound Behaviour,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
Archie Shepp,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
Ossler,
Youth Brigade,
Radiohead,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monks,
One Last Wish,
Swell Maps,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
Brothers Johnson,
Cameo,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxette,
Chrome,
Trumans Water,
Yazoo,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mission of Burma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.