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 Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Brick to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed,
Smog,
MDC,
Godley & Creme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Angels of Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
Massinfluence,
ABC,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Dorothy Ashby,
Average White Band,
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7,
Reagan Youth,
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
Suburban Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.