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 Iran and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
Joy Division,
Sixth Finger,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
The Pop Group,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Brick,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
OOIOO,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
Al Stewart,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.