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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran 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?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Au Pairs,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Oblivians,
Man Parrish,
Wings,
Ponytail,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
Hasil Adkins,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
The Cure,
Johnny Clarke,
Second Layer,
Camberwell Now,
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Birthday Party,
World's Most,
Pole,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dave Gahan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.