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 Kosovo and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Slits to the dance 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators,
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour,
David Axelrod,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
Groovy Waters,
Pantytec,
CMW,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eli Mardock,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
Erykah Badu,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.