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 Comoros and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rap 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Blancmange,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
The Slits,
Can,
The Monks,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül II,
Crime,
The Names,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faust,
Piero Umiliani,
CMW,
Arcadia,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Index,
Rapeman,
Dark Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
Iggy Pop,
Tubeway Army,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.