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 Russia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
The Wake,
Bronski Beat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Wells,
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
Al Stewart,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
Pylon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
Barbara Tucker,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Excepter,
Quadrant,
Patti Smith,
Surgeon,
Jawbox,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
Cameo,
T.S.O.L.,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.