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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova 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?
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Scrapy,
OOIOO,
The Fall,
ABC,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
The Music Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Max Romeo,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
Monolake,
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Bluetip,
Hoover,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hardrive,
Yazoo,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
a-ha,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
Franke,
Flipper,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.