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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Modern Lovers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cramps,
Faust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review,
Jacques Brel,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
the Germs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
Black Pus,
Fluxion,
Flipper,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick Morgan,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dark Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alison Limerick,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.