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 Comoros and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Black Bananas to the rap 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tim Buckley,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
Slave,
The Victims,
The Pop Group,
Bronski Beat,
The Slackers,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blancmange,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell,
The Fall,
R.M.O.,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Pus,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.