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 South Africa and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Zero Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Unrelated Segments,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare,
Supertramp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
Kool Moe Dee,
B.T. Express,
Motorama,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amazonics,
Erasure,
Black Sheep,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Niagra,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Altered Images,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
Visage,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Barracudas,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.