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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Young Marble Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Bowie,
The Gap Band,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
MDC,
Unwound,
The Wake,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
Prince Buster,
Pantaleimon,
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
Black Pus,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Josef K,
The Leaves,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks,
The Standells,
Pylon,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Saints,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.