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 Spain and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Knickerbockers to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
AZ,
Y Pants,
Index,
Althea and Donna,
Ten City,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
The Standells,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
Lou Christie,
Delta 5,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Cymande,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
Motorama,
Neu!,
Interpol,
OOIOO,
MDC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
Mars,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
Slave,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.