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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Ossler to the rock 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
Eurythmics,
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
PIL,
Joe Smooth,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
Japan,
Crooked Eye,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
Surgeon,
Barry Ungar,
Monolake,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Essential Logic,
John Foxx,
The Move,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy Collins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.