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 Sierra Leone and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Little Man 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
Rites of Spring,
Anakelly,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantaleimon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mars,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
Lou Reed,
Peter and Kerry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unwound,
Neu!,
Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
Drexciya,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
The Zeros,
Black Flag,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
Blancmange,
Visage,
Thompson Twins,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.