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 France and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
Mandrill,
Minny Pops,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
Swans,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rekid,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Clear Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Enemy,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
The Monks,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.