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 Ireland and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magazine 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
Simply Red,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
Warsaw,
The Motions,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
Ossler,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echospace,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Qualms,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.