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 Romania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The United States of America,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Christie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
Infiniti,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
The Flesh Eaters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Star Department,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
Moebius,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Rundgren,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
Leonard Cohen,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.