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 Samoa and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Vogues to the crunk 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
10cc,
Organ,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
Black Flag,
The Pop Group,
Ultravox,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
Severed Heads,
Gang Gang Dance,
World's Most,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
Khruangbin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction,
The Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiohead,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
The Sound,
Index,
John Lydon,
a-ha,
The Cramps,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.