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 Australia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Joyce Sims to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
MDC,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
ABBA,
Lalann,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kevin Saunderson,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Steve Hackett,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
Stereo Dub,
Qualms,
Youth Brigade,
the Slits,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
The Selecter,
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantytec,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.