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 Barbados and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Unwound to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
H. Thieme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Wire,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
Groovy Waters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
Nas,
Aswad,
Pantytec,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
Cymande,
Drexciya,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Yaz,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.