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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
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 spring reverb 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 Pagans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
Q and Not U,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Image Ltd.,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sarah Menescal,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
Khruangbin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moby Grape,
World's Most,
Hot Snakes,
Popol Vuh,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Trumans Water,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
Smog,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.