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 Togo and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Connie Case to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
Glenn Branca,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Interpol,
Basic Channel,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
MC5,
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
cv313,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
Nico,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
Los Fastidios,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moody Blues,
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.