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 Cyprus and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Joy Division to the crunk 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Bourne,
Vainqueur,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
Duran Duran,
the Association,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Henry Cow,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
The Evens,
The Names,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra,
48th St. Collective,
KRS-One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
Eddi Front,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
Barbara Tucker,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.