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 Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joy Division to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Minutemen,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Rosa Yemen,
Tubeway Army,
Danielle Patucci,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aswad,
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yaz,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
Flipper,
Liliput,
The Buckinghams,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
The Names,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
Ossler,
Lyres,
Scratch Acid,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.