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 Libya and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scrapy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Unwound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
Howard Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
Brick,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
The Sound,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
ABC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
The Trojans,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
AZ,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers,
Talk Talk,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.