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 Kiribati and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 June Days to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
Audionom,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
Lyres,
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
Rekid,
Negative Approach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
Boogie Down Productions,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
The Blues Magoos,
Brass Construction,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
Cameo,
Althea and Donna,
Ice-T,
Eurythmics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swell Maps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Yazoo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.