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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crime to the crunk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
Davy DMX,
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magazine,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Juan Atkins,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
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Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxette,
Smog,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
Mandrill,
Kaleidoscope,
the Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Zapp,
Marc Almond,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
Deepchord,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.