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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Simply Red to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Modern Lovers,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nico,
Ossler,
The Saints,
ABBA,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
Gong,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flipper,
The Vogues,
The Move,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
Jandek,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
Sandy B,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Osbourne,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
Popol Vuh,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.