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 Malawi and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
Underground Resistance,
Interpol,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
The Wake,
X-101,
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
Quadrant,
Easy Going,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q and Not U,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Music Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Little Man,
Nirvana,
Scan 7,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.