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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kinks to the rock 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drexciya,
The Cure,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül,
Bluetip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
In Retrospect,
The Durutti Column,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
Television,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
Dead Boys,
Essential Logic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
Dark Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Pylon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.