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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 The Gun Club to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
The Dead C,
Urselle,
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
Lightning Bolt,
The Seeds,
The Cramps,
Joyce Sims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
Faust,
The Zeros,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.