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 Slovakia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bush Tetras 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
One Last Wish,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Saccharine Trust,
Max Romeo,
Niagra,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
Adolescents,
The Slackers,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
Al Stewart,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tom Boy,
Skaos,
Marc Almond,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
Brick,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
China Crisis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Copeland,
Television,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
U.S. Maple,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.