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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Zero Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mummies,
Faraquet,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
T. Rex,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
Fluxion,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
Barry Ungar,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Saccharine Trust,
MC5,
Niagra,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
the Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.