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 Romania and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Dolphy 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Smog,
The Residents,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
Fear,
Pussy Galore,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
DNA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wings,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
a-ha,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wally Richardson,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
Sällskapet,
Roxette,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
Y Pants,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Aural Exciters,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.