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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gang Green to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Silicon Teens,
Monks,
10cc,
Minny Pops,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
Eric Copeland,
The Fall,
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
Jeff Mills,
Lower 48,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Von Mondo,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
T. Rex,
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nirvana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
Lindisfarne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic,
Ludus,
Lakeside,
Jawbox,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.