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 Belgium and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rock 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
Sällskapet,
Fluxion,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
Negative Approach,
Absolute Body Control,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonic Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
ABBA,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
Index,
Deepchord,
Gong,
The Cramps,
Ponytail,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.