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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 The Gories to the punk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
Pole,
the Normal,
Section 25,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
Japan,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donald Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slave,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
The Cowsills,
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
Nirvana,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
Eli Mardock,
Hoover,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
Q65,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.