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 Burkina and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
Cameo,
Drexciya,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
This Heat,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman,
Carl Craig,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
Tres Demented,
Soft Machine,
Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Suburban Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
The Motions,
Whodini,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.