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 Kenya and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Piero Umiliani 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
The Busters,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
The Fugs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
the Association,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
the Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
Bob Dylan,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.