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 Peru and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agitation Free to the rock 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
Heaven 17,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Germs,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faust,
Gang of Four,
Lalo Schifrin,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Association,
Skriet,
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
Suicide,
Wolf Eyes,
Judy Mowatt,
Howard Jones,
Unwound,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
Connie Case,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Invisible,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.