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 Australia and from Cairo.
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 Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Crispy Ambulance to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
The Index,
Slave,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
LL Cool J,
Arab on Radar,
Sarah Menescal,
Sparks,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub,
Prince Buster,
Alphaville,
Marine Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
Easy Going,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Faraquet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blancmange,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skaos,
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars,
Joe Smooth,
X-102,
The Smoke,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.