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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Pylon to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
DJ Style,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
Yaz,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
Ronnie Foster,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
Icehouse,
The Doors,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
Procol Harum,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
Funkadelic,
Moebius,
The Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
the Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
Alphaville,
Erasure,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.