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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Brass Construction to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding,
Sexual Harrassment,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
Maleditus Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
Suicide,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
Qualms,
The Moleskins,
PIL,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
Black Flag,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeru the Damaja,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.