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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Erasure to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
The Move,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monolake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
The Wake,
Nik Kershaw,
Zero Boys,
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
The Gap Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Music Machine,
Interpol,
Moebius,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.