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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Skaos to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
the Germs,
New Order,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
Malaria!,
Arcadia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Sister Nancy,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
Basic Channel,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.