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 Mongolia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jacob Miller to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Shoche,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Little Man,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
John Lydon,
Ituana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Outsiders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
La Düsseldorf,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Cale,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
Model 500,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Technova,
The Pop Group,
Fluxion,
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.