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 Haiti and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Newcleus to the crunk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
Erasure,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kas Product,
Circle Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eddi Front,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic,
Joensuu 1685,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
June Days,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.