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 Fiji and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Gichy Dan to the crunk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oblivians,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dead C,
Scion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
ABC,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.