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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Desert Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Saints,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mr. Review,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Enemy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
FM Einheit,
The Happenings,
Newcleus,
Japan,
Gong,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
The Raincoats,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
CMW,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
cv313,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Laurel Aitken,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.