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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Germs to the grunge 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Faraquet,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amazonics,
Das Ding,
Index,
DNA,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
Barrington Levy,
Visage,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
Slave,
Arcadia,
Lou Christie,
Average White Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Maurizio,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.