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 Slovenia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang of Four to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Aaron Thompson,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare,
The Raincoats,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
R.M.O.,
The Fortunes,
Radiohead,
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
a-ha,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
Warsaw,
The Fugs,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.