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 Ukraine and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Neu! to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
AZ,
Lakeside,
Gregory Isaacs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Wake,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
the Swans,
The Gun Club,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Danielle Patucci,
Buzzcocks,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
Joy Division,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
Derrick May,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
The Five Americans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
Con Funk Shun,
The Victims,
Japan,
T.S.O.L.,
Blancmange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
Motorama,
Yazoo,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
The Move,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.