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 Armenia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Lakeside to the funk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 synthesizer and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
Lucky Dragons,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Byron Stingily,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
Bobby Womack,
Wally Richardson,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
Neu!,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Outsiders,
Lalann,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monochrome Set,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
Fear,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Altered Images,
Can,
Easy Going,
Gang Green,
Nils Olav,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Zero Boys,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
Nirvana,
Public Enemy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
Janne Schatter,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.