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 Mali and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Loose Ends 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
AZ,
Animal Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Arcadia,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
Godley & Creme,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
PIL,
Throbbing Gristle,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Smog,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
Ituana,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.