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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Motorama to the punk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
MC5,
Fatback Band,
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
OOIOO,
Inner City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hoover,
Angry Samoans,
The Golliwogs,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
Pole,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
Scratch Acid,
Connie Case,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
Nico,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Iggy Pop,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Fluxion,
The Human League,
Minutemen,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.