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 Ethiopia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pere Ubu to the punk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
Sixth Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Davy DMX,
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yellowson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
The Pretty Things,
Das Ding,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
Danielle Patucci,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
Leonard Cohen,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cowsills,
the Slits,
Ludus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.