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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Buckinghams to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
Das Ding,
Masters at Work,
10cc,
a-ha,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
T. Rex,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
Josef K,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
Harmonia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
Crime,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Zero Boys,
The Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Desert Stars,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
Severed Heads,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
Scientists,
Glenn Branca,
the Human League,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Groovy Waters,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.