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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lightning Bolt 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker,
Infiniti,
The Move,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
The Flesh Eaters,
Babytalk,
Neu!,
Smog,
Rekid,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
Funkadelic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minor Threat,
Byron Stingily,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
Camouflage,
Lower 48,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
Skarface,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
John Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
Peter & Gordon,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.