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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Desert Stars to the rap 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt,
Dave Gahan,
The Real Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Tres Demented,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skaos,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
Mr. Review,
the Normal,
Boredoms,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101,
Wings,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Michelle Simonal,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Organ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.