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 Bahrain and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
Groovy Waters,
Sixth Finger,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
Heaven 17,
Negative Approach,
Malaria!,
Moby Grape,
H. Thieme,
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
KRS-One,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
Animal Collective,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
X-101,
Inner City,
Neu!,
Radiohead,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.