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 Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Alison Limerick to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '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 LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantytec,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fugazi,
cv313,
Prince Buster,
The Selecter,
Yellowson,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
AZ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sister Nancy,
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Clear Light,
Arab on Radar,
Scientists,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
Ultra Naté,
The Mummies,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
a-ha,
Mandrill,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.