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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 The Slits to the techno 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deadbeat,
Loose Ends,
Smog,
The Misunderstood,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
Massinfluence,
Inner City,
Con Funk Shun,
KRS-One,
Lyres,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
Kerri Chandler,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.