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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
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 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 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 Cybotron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
Liliput,
Cymande,
The Grass Roots,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
48th St. Collective,
Underground Resistance,
UT,
Parry Music,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arab on Radar,
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
JFA,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
The Fuzztones,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
Rotary Connection,
Pole,
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage,
PIL,
Blancmange,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.