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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Wyatt to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tim Buckley,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
The Dead C,
The Dirtbombs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T. Rex,
Sister Nancy,
Television Personalities,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow,
Gong,
Porter Ricks,
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Mars,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Style,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
Gang Green,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gories,
Bluetip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.