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 Namibia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grauzone to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
Ituana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
Hot Snakes,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
cv313,
Malaria!,
Von Mondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
Anakelly,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ossler,
The Invisible,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
Peter & Gordon,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.