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 Serbia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Barclay James Harvest to the disco 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hashim,
Khruangbin,
Second Layer,
Easy Going,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
Cameo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Q and Not U,
Accadde A,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
Wally Richardson,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
Visage,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.