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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Raincoats to the rock 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
UT,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Urselle,
Mo-Dettes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
Warsaw,
AZ,
Rekid,
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Sex Pistols,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Andrew Hill,
Duran Duran,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.