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 Burkina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 Flesh Eaters to the techno 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
Hasil Adkins,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
Grauzone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
Lower 48,
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bluetip,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.