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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Dual Sessions to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Swell Maps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oblivians,
Sex Pistols,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
ABBA,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
Steve Hackett,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
June Days,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bob Dylan,
Inner City,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan,
Fugazi,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.