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 Burundi and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
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 sitar 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 The Raincoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
Agent Orange,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick Morgan,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
Iggy Pop,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moby Grape,
The Fugs,
Interpol,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
Slave,
Unwound,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
Susan Cadogan,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
The Black Dice,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians,
Hardrive,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Excepter,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.