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 Norway and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Divine Comedy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
Reuben Wilson,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
The Durutti Column,
This Heat,
Harmonia,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
Brick,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
Roxy Music,
Iggy Pop,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swell Maps,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
The Smiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.