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 Philippines and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators 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?
Scratch Acid,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cramps,
The Victims,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
Aswad,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
Yazoo,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warsaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Franke,
the Germs,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.