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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Youth Brigade to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light,
Arab on Radar,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
Faust,
Eurythmics,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
Unwound,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
Urselle,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
Harmonia,
Average White Band,
DNA,
The Angels of Light,
Kurtis Blow,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
the Sonics,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
OOIOO,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
Absolute Body Control,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.