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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Michelle Simonal to the funk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Saints,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
Subhumans,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
Freddie Wadling,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
The Moody Blues,
Grey Daturas,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
John Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
Visage,
Loose Ends,
K-Klass,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Knickerbockers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.