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 Ukraine and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ludus to the crunk 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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
Skriet,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
John Holt,
Model 500,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul II Soul,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
The Slits,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
Mantronix,
the Bar-Kays,
Hasil Adkins,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
Leonard Cohen,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
the Slits,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.