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 Japan and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 World's Most to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
Ornette Coleman,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sight & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Move,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
Anakelly,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
Nico,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
Josef K,
Joy Division,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dave Gahan,
The Trojans,
Quantec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Star Department,
The American Breed,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
Quadrant,
The Blackbyrds,
The Selecter,
Bauhaus,
These Immortal Souls,
Zero Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erasure,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.