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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
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 güiro 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 Arab on Radar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Supertramp,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
Qualms,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül,
Q65,
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
Faraquet,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
the Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smoke,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
Faust,
The New Christs,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds,
Babytalk,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.