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 Serbia and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 The Monochrome Set to the rock 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
John Foxx,
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slackers,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
Boredoms,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiohead,
Shoche,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog,
Television,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronan,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABC,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.