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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Circle Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
Lyres,
PIL,
D'Angelo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fugazi,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doors,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
Skaos,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.