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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Five Americans to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Massinfluence,
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
MDC,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
Grauzone,
Tim Buckley,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
Roxette,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
Audionom,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
Monks,
Kayak,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
F. McDonald,
The Fall,
Liliput,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks,
Quadrant,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.