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 Dominican Republic and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels 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?
Lyres,
The Selecter,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes,
Glenn Branca,
Joyce Sims,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
Yellowson,
The Move,
X-102,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Associates,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sparks,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.