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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Green,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
Minutemen,
Excepter,
La Düsseldorf,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Massinfluence,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
The Selecter,
The Fugs,
Slick Rick,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
Freddie Wadling,
Lungfish,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mojo Men,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
The Dead C,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
Peter & Gordon,
Q65,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.