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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
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 guitar 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
Stiv Bators,
Stetsasonic,
Hoover,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül II,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
Juan Atkins,
OOIOO,
Sun City Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
Drexciya,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick May,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
ABC,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
Ornette Coleman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring,
The Wake,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spoonie Gee,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.