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 Cuba and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rap 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Lower 48,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
Davy DMX,
Pulsallama,
June of 44,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL,
Neu!,
Jerry's Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sällskapet,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
kango's stein massive,
The Birthday Party,
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.