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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Yellowson 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
Henry Cow,
The Five Americans,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bad Manners,
48th St. Collective,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rod Modell,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
Nirvana,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
Darondo,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Divine Comedy,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.