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 Mozambique and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Black Flag to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Colin Newman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Lightning Bolt,
Supertramp,
The Evens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aloha Tigers,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios,
Susan Cadogan,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
The Victims,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Albert Ayler,
EPMD,
Junior Murvin,
Mark Hollis,
Stetsasonic,
Isaac Hayes,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
The Wake,
Smog,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smiths,
10cc,
Tres Demented,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.