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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Talk Talk to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Organ,
Panda Bear,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
China Crisis,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
The Index,
Eric Copeland,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dawn Penn,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
Ronan,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.