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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Bowie,
Barbara Tucker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Supertramp,
Suburban Knight,
Little Man,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
Babytalk,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
FM Einheit,
KRS-One,
Sex Pistols,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
Rapeman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
In Retrospect,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erasure,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.