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 Nepal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oblivians to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
Fat Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Unrelated Segments,
Grey Daturas,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
Kas Product,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar,
The New Christs,
Ten City,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
Clear Light,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.