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 Luxembourg and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smiths to the funk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Roxette,
Arthur Verocai,
Brick,
Black Pus,
The Names,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
X-101,
Crime,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
EPMD,
Little Man,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
Negative Approach,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
Rekid,
Ice-T,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.