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 Algeria 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fugazi to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Soul II Soul,
Icehouse,
The Seeds,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
Young Marble Giants,
Albert Ayler,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Red Krayola,
the Fania All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Angry Samoans,
a-ha,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.