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 Dominican Republic 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Shuggie Otis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
The Standells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
Main Source,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacob Miller,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magazine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oneida,
Monolake,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.