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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Germs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Bauhaus,
Masters at Work,
Deakin,
Ituana,
The Count Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
This Heat,
Unwound,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Bananas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
Yaz,
Hot Snakes,
Wire,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
Freddie Wadling,
Alphaville,
ABBA,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.