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 Zimbabwe and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Doors to the grime 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
Graham Central Station,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
Con Funk Shun,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
Television,
This Heat,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Human League,
Jandek,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Shuggie Otis,
John Holt,
Donald Byrd,
the Germs,
The Saints,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
World's Most,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.