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 Guyana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Lydon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
Dave Gahan,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster,
Hoover,
Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
10cc,
Lucky Dragons,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Symarip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
Hashim,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pagans,
X-101,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
Liliput,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
Gichy Dan,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.