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 Fiji and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Dead Boys 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Ituana,
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Index,
The Real Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
Duran Duran,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
Wally Richardson,
Ohio Players,
Ultra Naté,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
Tears for Fears,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
Television,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
Q65,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
Altered Images,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
Amazonics,
Can,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
The Mummies,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.