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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Hot Snakes to the dance 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
Schoolly D,
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Darondo,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
The Standells,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
Arthur Verocai,
Loose Ends,
Camouflage,
Arab on Radar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters,
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joensuu 1685,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
Nirvana,
Procol Harum,
the Germs,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.