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 Turkmenistan and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Maleditus Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur,
Ice-T,
Kevin Saunderson,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anthony Braxton,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
Main Source,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Connie Case,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
The Stooges,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
The Cramps,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.