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 Norway 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Glenn Branca to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
Symarip,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
The Music Machine,
Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Finger,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken,
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
Television,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
Ten City,
Scrapy,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
Magma,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maurizio,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
Erasure,
Yellowson,
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.