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 Libya and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 In Retrospect to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
Barclay James Harvest,
Prince Buster,
Davy DMX,
Surgeon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
Peter and Kerry,
Connie Case,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rites of Spring,
The Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
OOIOO,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Searchers,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.