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 Guatemala and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare 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 Minutemen to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fugs,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
Eli Mardock,
The Names,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fuzztones,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
Crooked Eye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Livin' Joy,
The Cramps,
Dave Gahan,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.