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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Lynne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Franke,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
Lungfish,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.