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 Guyana 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slave to the funk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
China Crisis,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sound,
Scion,
Nico,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
Little Man,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young,
Amazonics,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.