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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Golliwogs to the punk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
the Sonics,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
Bill Wells,
The Names,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Warsaw,
Yaz,
the Human League,
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Flag,
Jacques Brel,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
Intrusion,
the Association,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Slave,
UT,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
Visage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
Nik Kershaw,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.