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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Wasted Youth 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
Audionom,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Terry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
Pantytec,
Marmalade,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Velvet Underground,
Mo-Dettes,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
Gabor Szabo,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
John Cale,
Fear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.