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 South Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
Liliput,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Warren Ellis,
10cc,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
John Lydon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Make Up,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells,
Ronan,
JFA,
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Almond,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Zero Boys,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
the Slits,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.