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 Burundi and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scan 7 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Shuggie Otis,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
Kas Product,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
Organ,
OOIOO,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joey Negro,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
The Dead C,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
Kurtis Blow,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
D'Angelo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yaz,
ABC,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
Rufus Thomas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.