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 Taiwan and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Style,
Moss Icon,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
The Residents,
Aswad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
Fela Kuti,
Spoonie Gee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
CMW,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Almond,
The Star Department,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
Aloha Tigers,
Cameo,
Iggy Pop,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
Todd Rundgren,
The J.B.'s,
Adolescents,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.