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 Armenia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Pet Shop Boys to the electroclash 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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Adolescents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
The American Breed,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
Johnny Clarke,
F. McDonald,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
The Standells,
The Gories,
This Heat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minutemen,
Magma,
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Pole,
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.