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 Moldova 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
Goldenarms,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Clear Light,
Fat Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
Unwound,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
Neu!,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
The Evens,
June of 44,
Grauzone,
Minny Pops,
The Happenings,
Wings,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.