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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 The Slits to the dance 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
MDC,
The Move,
Kevin Saunderson,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
the Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
Porter Ricks,
Neu!,
A Certain Ratio,
The Busters,
Con Funk Shun,
Stiv Bators,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
the Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
Parry Music,
Deakin,
Cecil Taylor,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
Peter and Kerry,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gichy Dan,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Moon,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
Bush Tetras,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.