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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Susan Cadogan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The J.B.'s,
Flipper,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brass Construction,
Bizarre Inc.,
DNA,
Make Up,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers,
Unwound,
The Cramps,
B.T. Express,
Rotary Connection,
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
Sex Pistols,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
Bob Dylan,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.