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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Mills,
Babytalk,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
World's Most,
LL Cool J,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Kayak,
Q65,
Toni Rubio,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonic Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
Judy Mowatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
Stetsasonic,
The Standells,
The Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.