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 Cuba and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Ludus,
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
The Victims,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
Hot Snakes,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun City Girls,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
Motorama,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unwound,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions,
The J.B.'s,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.