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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 JFA to the rock 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Newcleus,
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
Hasil Adkins,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
The Cramps,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape,
Fela Kuti,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
The Barracudas,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
The New Christs,
T.S.O.L.,
Harmonia,
Unwound,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
Interpol,
Essential Logic,
Smog,
Minutemen,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.