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 Ireland and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 The Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
Lungfish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
Slave,
The Move,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
T.S.O.L.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
This Heat,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
Swans,
The Toasters,
MDC,
Kaleidoscope,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
Reagan Youth,
Section 25,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
Fear,
Bill Near,
Wire,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
Chris Corsano,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.