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 Turkey and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Rapeman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
MDC,
Letta Mbulu,
Sam Rivers,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Prince Buster,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
Johnny Clarke,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crime,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Max Romeo,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.