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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Dave Clark Five to the crunk 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Public Enemy,
UT,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
Swans,
Fad Gadget,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Toni Rubio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going,
China Crisis,
The Divine Comedy,
New Order,
Joy Division,
The Moody Blues,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nas,
Amazonics,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
the Swans,
Fear,
Lou Reed,
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
Boredoms,
CMW,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
Circle Jerks,
David Bowie,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hasil Adkins,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.