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 Syria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lightning Bolt to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '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 Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Divine Comedy,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
The Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Sandy B,
Fear,
Arcadia,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
Clear Light,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
The Music Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dark Day,
Severed Heads,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Television Personalities,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Knickerbockers,
Brand Nubian,
Basic Channel,
the Normal,
Television,
Scion,
The Stooges,
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.