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 Namibia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gun Club to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Association,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mr. Review,
The Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
EPMD,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sandy B,
The Residents,
Mantronix,
Delta 5,
Joyce Sims,
The Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
X-101,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerri Chandler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
Buzzcocks,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Organ,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.