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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jandek to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Organ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jawbox,
Pantaleimon,
Deadbeat,
Cameo,
Bang On A Can,
Kas Product,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
Lakeside,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
Excepter,
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Simply Red,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
Joey Negro,
The Doors,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily,
Schoolly D,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.