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 China and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
Trumans Water,
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
Youth Brigade,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
Wally Richardson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Schoolly D,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Delta 5,
Scientists,
AZ,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
Charles Mingus,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
Ludus,
The Cramps,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
Ossler,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.