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 Comoros and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Amazonics,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
The Fuzztones,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nico,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Laurel Aitken,
KRS-One,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
Aloha Tigers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ituana,
Barry Ungar,
Kayak,
New York Dolls,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
FM Einheit,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Buckinghams,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
Eddi Front,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.