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 Malta and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Symarip to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
Qualms,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
Mars,
Simply Red,
Kayak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
Cameo,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Guru Guru,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slackers,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slits,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
Aaron Thompson,
Spandau Ballet,
Outsiders,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Bourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
Pole,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.