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 Malta and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
Ultravox,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
World's Most,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joy Division,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Glenn Branca,
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eden Ahbez,
R.M.O.,
ABBA,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-101,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
The Mummies,
Matthew Halsall,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Albert Ayler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Second Layer,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.