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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Manila and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Little Man to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
UT,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Real Kids,
Symarip,
World's Most,
The Zeros,
Warsaw,
the Germs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
The Gories,
Sun City Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
Erasure,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.