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 Korea North and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
MDC,
In Retrospect,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
Liliput,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalann,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
Joe Finger,
The Index,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
Wolf Eyes,
Heaven 17,
B.T. Express,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel,
Magazine,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.