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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
Khruangbin,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
The Leaves,
Crime,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
Reagan Youth,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doors,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
Peter & Gordon,
Deepchord,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nirvana,
Yazoo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
Soft Machine,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.