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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Make Up to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Section 25,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings,
Blancmange,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
The Misunderstood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
The Fortunes,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
LL Cool J,
The Star Department,
Fear,
X-102,
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Organ,
Little Man,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joensuu 1685,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
JFA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Sherman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.