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 Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Jawbox to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Sugar Minott,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
Quadrant,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
Supertramp,
Terry Callier,
Little Man,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
DNA,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
Quando Quango,
Deadbeat,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
Pulsallama,
The Evens,
Black Moon,
Fela Kuti,
Mark Hollis,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
Ponytail,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.