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 Israel and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ludus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Jawbox,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
China Crisis,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Selecter,
MC5,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nik Kershaw,
Swell Maps,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.