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 Kosovo and from London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
New Order,
The Stooges,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Banda Bassotti,
Marmalade,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
Q65,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
The Residents,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
Faust,
48th St. Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
Terry Callier,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Delta 5,
Hoover,
Yazoo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
The Trojans,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.