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 Russia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric Dolphy to the electroclash 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu 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?
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blackbyrds,
PIL,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pop Group,
Negative Approach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zero Boys,
Duran Duran,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
the Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Selecter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
the Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
Hashim,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
Boredoms,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
Hoover,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.