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 Ethiopia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Rosa Yemen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
The Saints,
Erasure,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gong,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suicide,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
Thee Headcoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
Pantaleimon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
Fela Kuti,
Faust,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
the Swans,
Ultravox,
Absolute Body Control,
Ludus,
Cecil Taylor,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fat Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
One Last Wish,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.