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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Eden Ahbez to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Can,
The Residents,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Green,
Pagans,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Excepter,
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
Chris & Cosey,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kas Product,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Techniques,
Supertramp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.