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 Belize and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funky Four + One to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
U.S. Maple,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
Severed Heads,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fugazi,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
Blancmange,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
Peter and Kerry,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
The Saints,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
K-Klass,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.