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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Kas Product to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
The Victims,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
Deakin,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
Pulsallama,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
Reagan Youth,
Mars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
Ice-T,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
Sarah Menescal,
X-101,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
The Motions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
the Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.