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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neon Judgement to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Sonics,
Organ,
The Wake,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
the Slits,
Minutemen,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
Make Up,
Barrington Levy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
Yusef Lateef,
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
Michelle Simonal,
Ludus,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Pantytec,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
Black Moon,
Nirvana,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.