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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Smog,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Surgeon,
Eric Copeland,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
DJ Sneak,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
EPMD,
10cc,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
Make Up,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Peter and Kerry,
Aural Exciters,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Average White Band,
D'Angelo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.