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 Swaziland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club 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?
Deepchord,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Television Personalities,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
Minny Pops,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
UT,
Jawbox,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
Section 25,
This Heat,
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
Mantronix,
The Red Krayola,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
Chris Corsano,
The Smoke,
Fad Gadget,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
H. Thieme,
Cameo,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Grey Daturas,
The Remains,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.