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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Evens to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
Trumans Water,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
Skaos,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Detroit Cobras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Bad Manners,
Skriet,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
DJ Style,
JFA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
Can,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
X-102,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.