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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Jawbox to the techno 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Deepchord,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Jandek,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
Reuben Wilson,
Magazine,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Inner City,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott Heron,
CMW,
Max Romeo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Interpol,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
Gang Starr,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
Sandy B,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tim Buckley,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.