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 Armenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Faust to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Eli Mardock,
Niagra,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
Neu!,
World's Most,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dawn Penn,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slackers,
Patti Smith,
Suicide,
Wolf Eyes,
Monks,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
Juan Atkins,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Icehouse,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.