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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Victims to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
Quadrant,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
Main Source,
Qualms,
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker,
Sight & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
Outsiders,
Bad Manners,
Fela Kuti,
T. Rex,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Ludus,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Clarke,
The Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
The Slackers,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.