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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New York Dolls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
Pole,
The Gladiators,
Y Pants,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Green,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
Althea and Donna,
Sound Behaviour,
Magazine,
The Stooges,
Pylon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
The Last Poets,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.