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 Singapore 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Leaves,
H. Thieme,
Hardrive,
Wire,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
Desert Stars,
John Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
Rekid,
Babytalk,
Rufus Thomas,
Erasure,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxy Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
Sparks,
Mars,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Mills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
Black Flag,
cv313,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
Hoover,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.