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 Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Accadde A 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
Mark Hollis,
Franke,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
Arab on Radar,
The Slackers,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Happenings,
Public Enemy,
Icehouse,
Hot Snakes,
H. Thieme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
CMW,
Delta 5,
Japan,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
The Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gladiators,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Isaac Hayes,
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.