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 Spain and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
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 rhodes 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 Gong to the disco 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT 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?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Von Mondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid,
Warsaw,
Whodini,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
Ken Boothe,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barbara Tucker,
Jawbox,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scrapy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
Q and Not U,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
Pole,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.