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 United States and from London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Stetsasonic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras 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?
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fall,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
Wire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gong,
This Heat,
The Gories,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
Max Romeo,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Icehouse,
Unwound,
Interpol,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
The Associates,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kas Product,
Johnny Clarke,
Boz Scaggs,
Maurizio,
Leonard Cohen,
Arcadia,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.