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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Livin' Joy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
The Tremeloes,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
Television Personalities,
New Order,
Connie Case,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moleskins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Kayak,
Whodini,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
Lightning Bolt,
Crooked Eye,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül,
K-Klass,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
Can,
Skriet,
Niagra,
June Days,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
X-102,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.