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 Turkey and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Judy Mowatt to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
The Smoke,
X-101,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pole,
The Barracudas,
Davy DMX,
Donald Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang On A Can,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tres Demented,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
MC5,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.