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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Darondo to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Saints,
Funkadelic,
Inner City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case,
Trumans Water,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cramps,
FM Einheit,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
Cymande,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
Index,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.