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 Russia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 UT to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gun Club,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Parry Music,
Section 25,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
the Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
Urselle,
Index,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick Morgan,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
Glenn Branca,
Mr. Review,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
U.S. Maple,
The Fall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Bourne,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.