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 Solomon Islands and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
Hardrive,
Heaven 17,
the Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slick Rick,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
Magma,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger,
Icehouse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
Clear Light,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.