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 Slovenia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Flamin' Groovies to the jazz 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magma,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
The Grass Roots,
June Days,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Main Source,
Urselle,
E-Dancer,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
Moebius,
The Cure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
The Fuzztones,
Peter and Kerry,
The Neon Judgement,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin,
Black Pus,
Slave,
X-Ray Spex,
Malaria!,
Hardrive,
Quadrant,
Max Romeo,
Chris Corsano,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacques Brel,
Vainqueur,
Danielle Patucci,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Shoche,
AZ,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Half Japanese,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.