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 Morocco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grime 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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
The Birthday Party,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Organ,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
cv313,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Flag,
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Copeland,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bad Manners,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
Interpol,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Accadde A,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.