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 Rwanda 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
World's Most,
The Star Department,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
Oneida,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
Tom Boy,
R.M.O.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barry Ungar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Little Man,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Association,
Lungfish,
The Selecter,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
Minny Pops,
Brick,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
The Black Dice,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
Crash Course in Science,
La Düsseldorf,
Pulsallama,
The Birthday Party,
The Trojans,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.