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 Taiwan and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Make Up,
JFA,
Leonard Cohen,
ABBA,
Fad Gadget,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
a-ha,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
Tommy Roe,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
Flipper,
Donald Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Easy Going,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gories,
Japan,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
Matthew Halsall,
Visage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Durutti Column,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.