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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Howard Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
The Names,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
Wings,
Index,
Eurythmics,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Harpers Bizarre,
Colin Newman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Deepchord,
Subhumans,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
Warsaw,
David Bowie,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül,
X-102,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.