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 Spain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Goldenarms to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
Subhumans,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
DNA,
Franke,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Motorama,
Adolescents,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
Wings,
Gichy Dan,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.