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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
The J.B.'s,
Magazine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
Yaz,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
Stereo Dub,
Hashim,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
Ituana,
Kas Product,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reagan Youth,
the Normal,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.