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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
The Real Kids,
Main Source,
Stiv Bators,
Deakin,
The Move,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
R.M.O.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters,
PIL,
Boredoms,
Eurythmics,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
cv313,
Buzzcocks,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
the Slits,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
F. McDonald,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anakelly,
Mark Hollis,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
June of 44,
Young Marble Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Y Pants,
Sister Nancy,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.