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 Croatia 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Certain Ratio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
OOIOO,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
Radio Birdman,
New Age Steppers,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
Buzzcocks,
The Move,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deadbeat,
Barry Ungar,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
Warren Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
The Buckinghams,
Loose Ends,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tim Buckley,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.