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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Wings,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
Visage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Sheep,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Icehouse,
The Fortunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Byron Stingily,
Dave Gahan,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
Basic Channel,
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
Mission of Burma,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
The Real Kids,
The Standells,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.