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 Laos and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Arthur Verocai to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
The Residents,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Moon,
Fela Kuti,
Television Personalities,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
Newcleus,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pierre Henry,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
Radiohead,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade,
Massinfluence,
Von Mondo,
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
Young Marble Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cowsills,
The Sonics,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
The Fire Engines,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
Moebius,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funky Four + One,
Ronnie Foster,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.