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 Fiji and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Slits to the punk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav,
Silicon Teens,
Oneida,
Mr. Review,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
X-Ray Spex,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lucky Dragons,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Slave,
Pagans,
Little Man,
The Fall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
Dual Sessions,
The Motions,
Banda Bassotti,
Gong,
PIL,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
China Crisis,
Urselle,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.