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 Spain and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Brass Construction to the disco 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
Motorama,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Christie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
CMW,
Yusef Lateef,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gories,
Ultra Naté,
Wolf Eyes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Theoretical Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dirtbombs,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.