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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Popol Vuh to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
the Soft Cell,
Franke,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxy Music,
Robert Görl,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Khruangbin,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
The Fortunes,
The Techniques,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vainqueur,
Gang Starr,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
Rekid,
a-ha,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
The Cramps,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.