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 East Timor and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Danielle Patucci to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The United States of America,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
Roger Hodgson,
Shoche,
The Residents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
John Lydon,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
Agent Orange,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
DNA,
Organ,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Audionom,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sound Behaviour,
The Move,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.