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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tres Demented,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Depeche Mode,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
Quadrant,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.