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 Norway and from Lyon.
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 Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Desert Stars to the grunge 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
Peter and Kerry,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Erasure,
Motorama,
Amon Düül II,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
David Bowie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Smog,
June Days,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Organ,
Tears for Fears,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.