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 Canada and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Skarface to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
Joey Negro,
The Wake,
Crime,
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
Ituana,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
Clear Light,
10cc,
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
The Slits,
Malaria!,
Laurel Aitken,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
Massinfluence,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fuzztones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
R.M.O.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
UT,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
cv313,
Sex Pistols,
Yaz,
the Slits,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.