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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Kinks to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Organ,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Axelrod,
Lyres,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Pussy Galore,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
Audionom,
Mr. Review,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
Glenn Branca,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Smog,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
Babytalk,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
ABBA,
DJ Style,
Faust,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.