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 Benin and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 The Fugs to the jazz 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
Dark Day,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Near,
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
Max Romeo,
Hashim,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
F. McDonald,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
Lakeside,
Wire,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
Faraquet,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.