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 Haiti 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sex Pistols to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
New Order,
Minny Pops,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw,
Babytalk,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Pus,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moody Blues,
Q65,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
Bob Dylan,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hashim,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.