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 Russia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Essential Logic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Bowie,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
Arcadia,
DJ Sneak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Das Ding,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
Sister Nancy,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
L. Decosne,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.