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 Georgia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 The Searchers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
Trumans Water,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
Swans,
Zero Boys,
Amazonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skaos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
The Knickerbockers,
Jandek,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
David McCallum,
Magazine,
Rites of Spring,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gong,
Audionom,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.