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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Niagra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
Tom Boy,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pole,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Germs,
Magazine,
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
Organ,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.