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 Lithuania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Golliwogs to the grime 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantytec,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dark Day,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
Al Stewart,
Ronan,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funky Four + One,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Sister Nancy,
Cluster,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.