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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Fortunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fatback Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
The Raincoats,
James White and The Blacks,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crooked Eye,
Rapeman,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
Darondo,
The Victims,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Bowie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Wells,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terry Callier,
These Immortal Souls,
Gong,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Von Mondo,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
The Martian,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.