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 Chile and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Lungfish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
U.S. Maple,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
Silicon Teens,
David McCallum,
Brick,
Roy Ayers,
Skriet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris & Cosey,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Lynne,
The Tremeloes,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
June of 44,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cluster,
Ituana,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
a-ha,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.