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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yellowson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Simply Red,
Boz Scaggs,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
Wire,
Anakelly,
cv313,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
Fluxion,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
New Age Steppers,
Ice-T,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Danielle Patucci,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
The American Breed,
Black Bananas,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
Bronski Beat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
In Retrospect,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
Jandek,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
Maurizio,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.