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 Cyprus 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Don Cherry,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bronski Beat,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
Alphaville,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sandy B,
The Pop Group,
UT,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Massinfluence,
Technova,
Sparks,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
Scrapy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
Clear Light,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Yellowson,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Görl,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fugs,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.