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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Gang of Four to the rap 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
One Last Wish,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells,
The Smiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yaz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MDC,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
The Associates,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Scion,
Mo-Dettes,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.