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 Mauritius and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nirvana to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Franke,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
Bad Manners,
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
The Saints,
Moebius,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Mills,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.