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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Cybotron,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Excepter,
The Last Poets,
Drexciya,
Bill Near,
Wasted Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
Ludus,
Cameo,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
Zapp,
Anakelly,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
New York Dolls,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
Easy Going,
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
Flash Fearless,
Marine Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Connie Case,
Stiv Bators,
B.T. Express,
Second Layer,
Minutemen,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.