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 Iraq and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sisters of Mercy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gladiators,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Scion,
The Fall,
Motorama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
Glambeats Corp.,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
Ten City,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
The Dead C,
The Fortunes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultravox,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
Rekid,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
D'Angelo,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.