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 Hungary and from London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Neu! to the grime 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Silicon Teens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jandek,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
The Toasters,
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yaz,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Moebius,
Kas Product,
Cameo,
The Doors,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
T. Rex,
Dead Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.