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 Brazil 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Idris Muhammad to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
A Certain Ratio,
Motorama,
Lalann,
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
Piero Umiliani,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Subhumans,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
MDC,
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O.,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
X-101,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
Aswad,
Parry Music,
X-102,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.