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 France and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 The Skatalites to the punk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
10cc,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
Brick,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
Qualms,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
the Bar-Kays,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mummies,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.