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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Sparks to the jazz 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Faraquet,
Basic Channel,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
Smog,
the Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Half Japanese,
Roxette,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
Rufus Thomas,
the Germs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
Yaz,
The Buckinghams,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fad Gadget,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Graham Central Station,
Alice Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Ponytail,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
Erykah Badu,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nico,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
Unrelated Segments,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
Warren Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.