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 Tajikistan and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
Gong,
The Selecter,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
The Fall,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
X-102,
Q65,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
ABBA,
June Days,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Almond,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slits,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.