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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Holt to the rock 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
T. Rex,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
The Neon Judgement,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scrapy,
Second Layer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neu!,
Audionom,
Zapp,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi,
Loose Ends,
Sugar Minott,
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
Black Flag,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
R.M.O.,
Blossom Toes,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.