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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 The American Breed to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Whodini,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dead C,
Jacob Miller,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick May,
The Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
The Evens,
Audionom,
One Last Wish,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter & Gordon,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
Niagra,
Intrusion,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
The Durutti Column,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deadbeat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.