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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Subhumans,
Brick,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Wings,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
Sonny Sharrock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
Dead Boys,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Sällskapet,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
Nirvana,
Wire,
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
Monolake,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
John Foxx,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slick Rick,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
Urselle,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.