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 Bahrain and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Reagan Youth to the grunge 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cecil Taylor,
Magma,
Brick,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Nico,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Move,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
Faraquet,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
Chris Corsano,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sandy B,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Audionom,
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.