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 Latvia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pagans to the electroclash 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things,
Don Cherry,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Grass Roots,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
UT,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
Deakin,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Grauzone,
Interpol,
Smog,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
Average White Band,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.