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 East Timor and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
Arab on Radar,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
Vainqueur,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-102,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
Bill Near,
The Trojans,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MDC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magazine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scientists,
Infiniti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.