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 Ukraine and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Amon Düül II to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ornette Coleman,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Theoretical Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
Slave,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
Isaac Hayes,
Junior Murvin,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
Gregory Isaacs,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
The Selecter,
The Victims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.