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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Funkadelic to the jazz 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
ABC,
Country Teasers,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
Y Pants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skarface,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter and Kerry,
FM Einheit,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
Shoche,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.