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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
The Mummies,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
Pylon,
Cameo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
Fad Gadget,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
Spoonie Gee,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
June of 44,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.