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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
The Monks,
The Cure,
Colin Newman,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
James White and The Blacks,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Bluetip,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fugs,
Eli Mardock,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
The Motions,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
The Mummies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
Patti Smith,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.