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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Qualms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
The Happenings,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Max Romeo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
Brick,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Style,
Mars,
Whodini,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pretty Things,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sonics,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry's Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camouflage,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
Interpol,
Aswad,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxette,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.