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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Tubeway Army to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
Faraquet,
The Toasters,
Kenny Larkin,
Cameo,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Starr,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
Monolake,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.