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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 ABC to the disco 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
Q and Not U,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
Jandek,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
E-Dancer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
MDC,
Alison Limerick,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
Little Man,
Marine Girls,
Mr. Review,
the Sonics,
The Sonics,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.