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 Jamaica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Bobby Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
Nirvana,
Rapeman,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
John Lydon,
Audionom,
The Angels of Light,
The Count Five,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
Absolute Body Control,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Machine,
PIL,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
Main Source,
The Mojo Men,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.