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 Palau and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Black Moon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Slits,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Unwound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Barracudas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
Bill Near,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
Yaz,
Bobby Sherman,
Yazoo,
Shoche,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
The Monks,
Japan,
The American Breed,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
Supertramp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
Main Source,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
Lyres,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Easy Going,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.