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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Agent Orange 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
UT,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scratch Acid,
Oneida,
The Smiths,
This Heat,
10cc,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Davy DMX,
Gong,
Intrusion,
Scan 7,
World's Most,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
Animal Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
Nico,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
The Busters,
Ossler,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.