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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bob Dylan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
Guru Guru,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
the Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
Chris & Cosey,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Harpers Bizarre,
Khruangbin,
Shuggie Otis,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
Barry Ungar,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
Hardrive,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Brick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.