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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skaos to the grunge 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
The Associates,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
Jandek,
The Slits,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
K-Klass,
Talk Talk,
Archie Shepp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suicide,
Stetsasonic,
The Star Department,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Nirvana,
The Buckinghams,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.