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 China and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Green to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Barry Ungar,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxy Music,
The Cure,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
Stetsasonic,
Quando Quango,
Gang Starr,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monks,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
Funkadelic,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
R.M.O.,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Bourne,
Moebius,
Half Japanese,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
Minor Threat,
AZ,
Ronnie Foster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Erykah Badu,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.