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 Egypt and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Panda Bear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warsaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
10cc,
the Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
Qualms,
Q65,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.