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 Cuba and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 H. Thieme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Don Cherry,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Q and Not U,
Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
The Move,
Oblivians,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed,
a-ha,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.