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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 John Holt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Machine,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
The United States of America,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
Television,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
Lakeside,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage,
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
Pylon,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
Interpol,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Y Pants,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
Dennis Brown,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
Magazine,
Trumans Water,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deadbeat,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.