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 Nepal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thee Headcoats to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Buzzcocks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs,
Scientists,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
Agitation Free,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Durutti Column,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
The Skatalites,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
Sixth Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.