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 Brunei and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Age Steppers to the dance 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
Pantaleimon,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
AZ,
The Kinks,
ABC,
Moss Icon,
Newcleus,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deakin,
Country Teasers,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
The Pretty Things,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
Brick,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dead C,
Smog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Malaria!,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
Lungfish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
The Last Poets,
Wings,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.