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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonic Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Blancmange,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
The Slits,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Colin Newman,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
Nico,
Black Moon,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Terry,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.