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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Bizarre Inc. to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Quando Quango,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Scientists,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
Robert Wyatt,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
The Slackers,
Mandrill,
Fear,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
Radiohead,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dark Day,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mummies,
Crooked Eye,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Copeland,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
Davy DMX,
Minnie Riperton,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.