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 Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
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 oboe 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 Banda Bassotti to the punk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
Arcadia,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zero Boys,
Index,
Siglo XX,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül II,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
Roxy Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.