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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 PIL to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
Saccharine Trust,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Guru Guru,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sixth Finger,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
The Stooges,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Barracudas,
The United States of America,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Royal Trux,
Minor Threat,
ABC,
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lakeside,
Spandau Ballet,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.