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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Sonic Youth to the punk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
10cc,
Circle Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wire,
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can,
the Germs,
Make Up,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus,
Jandek,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
Negative Approach,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims,
Ronan,
Pierre Henry,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
MDC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Juan Atkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.