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 Vietnam and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
The Move,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
The Smiths,
Warsaw,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warren Ellis,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
Unwound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Kaleidoscope,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.