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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Nirvana to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Japan,
The Residents,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
Surgeon,
CMW,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Model 500,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Angry Samoans,
Pylon,
Bobby Sherman,
Severed Heads,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
Lungfish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nirvana,
Flipper,
Audionom,
The Standells,
Quantec,
Blancmange,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.