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 Finland and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Q and Not U to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rakim,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radio Birdman,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MDC,
The American Breed,
Reuben Wilson,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
Fear,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
the Slits,
Scion,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Gong,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick May,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.