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 Benin and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 48th St. Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
Livin' Joy,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
The United States of America,
OOIOO,
Agitation Free,
Swans,
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy Collins,
John Cale,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Golliwogs,
June Days,
Nils Olav,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
Quando Quango,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
Swell Maps,
The Names,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.