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 Syria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 kango's stein massive to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Brothers Johnson,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Mills,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalann,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Schoolly D,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert 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.