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 Malta and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
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 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 Au Pairs to the punk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
The Slits,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hasil Adkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells,
Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
Bang On A Can,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultra Naté,
Harmonia,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
UT,
H. Thieme,
Eve St. Jones,
Carl Craig,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.