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 Maldives and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Pylon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
The Searchers,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
Mad Mike,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
Wally Richardson,
The Black Dice,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Delta 5,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Starr,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani,
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.