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 Namibia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Trojans to the jazz 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Stooges,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
Swans,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
Sixth Finger,
Bad Manners,
Amazonics,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
Qualms,
Young Marble Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.