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 East Timor and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Young Rascals to the disco 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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
Scratch Acid,
Al Stewart,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
Hot Snakes,
Deepchord,
The Slits,
The Doors,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sandy B,
K-Klass,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mandrill,
Rapeman,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.