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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bar-Kays to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
Franke,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Move,
Nik Kershaw,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
10cc,
Sparks,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C,
Pussy Galore,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
Los Fastidios,
World's Most,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pylon,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.