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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Byron Stingily to the techno 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ituana,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
FM Einheit,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul II Soul,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
Skaos,
Monks,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
Nico,
The Durutti Column,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
Essential Logic,
Interpol,
The Cure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
Delta 5,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.