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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Royal Trux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
The Black Dice,
The Invisible,
The Martian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
Young Marble Giants,
Pulsallama,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
Lungfish,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eli Mardock,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
The Last Poets,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music,
Alison Limerick,
Newcleus,
Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.