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 Germany and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Funky Four + One to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
B.T. Express,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television,
Marmalade,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
The Barracudas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter and Kerry,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
Symarip,
Wire,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
Jandek,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
The Raincoats,
The Standells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
the Swans,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.