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 Belgium and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Albert Ayler to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Livin' Joy,
Tim Buckley,
Fela Kuti,
Spoonie Gee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
Wings,
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
Infiniti,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Soulsonic Force,
The Motions,
Magazine,
The Velvet Underground,
Sight & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arab on Radar,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Charles Mingus,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deakin,
Jandek,
Royal Trux,
JFA,
Tears for Fears,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sound,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.