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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Mark Hollis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Ronan,
Sällskapet,
Adolescents,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
Unwound,
The Gladiators,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bad Manners,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Hood,
The Motions,
Danielle Patucci,
The Techniques,
Franke,
Qualms,
Index,
Altered Images,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
The Toasters,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
Quantec,
The Walker Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move,
Blancmange,
Skaos,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
Babytalk,
Slave,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.