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 Portugal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
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 spring reverb 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 Banda Bassotti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
The Cramps,
Sonic Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxette,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
Altered Images,
New Order,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Motorama,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
The Move,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
The Gories,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fortunes,
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
Boredoms,
Can,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
Arthur Verocai,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
Eric Copeland,
Sister Nancy,
Accadde A,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radio Birdman,
Pantaleimon,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.