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 Peru and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
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 marimba 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 Quantec to the rap 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
Thompson Twins,
Deepchord,
The Offenders,
Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
Donald Byrd,
PIL,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
Don Cherry,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
Cameo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ponytail,
the Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drive Like Jehu,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
Sparks,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monks,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.