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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Crispy Ambulance to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
Technova,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aloha Tigers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Franke,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Hill,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
Tres Demented,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
Yaz,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Henry Cow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Neon Judgement,
The United States of America,
MC5,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.