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 Namibia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Chrome to the techno 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacques Brel,
Subhumans,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
Nils Olav,
Oneida,
Reagan Youth,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
Babytalk,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
E-Dancer,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Newcleus,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.