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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Cal Tjader to the grime 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
the Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Second Layer,
Al Stewart,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
Jeff Mills,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
Main Source,
Joy Division,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
Ronnie Foster,
Carl Craig,
T.S.O.L.,
Patti Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Connie Case,
MDC,
Mad Mike,
Dual Sessions,
Glenn Branca,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Teasers,
the Bar-Kays,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.