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 Comoros and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Sexual Harrassment to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
Roxette,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
Parry Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris & Cosey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxy Music,
Bronski Beat,
The Smiths,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
The Move,
Pylon,
Brick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
Qualms,
The United States of America,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.