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 Serbia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Danielle Patucci to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Radio Birdman,
Lalann,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
Au Pairs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skarface,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tres Demented,
Zapp,
Zero Boys,
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Franke,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
Saccharine Trust,
Janne Schatter,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tears for Fears,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.