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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the jazz 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Negative Approach,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Junior Murvin,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
The Doors,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
Little Man,
Moby Grape,
Vainqueur,
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
DNA,
Nico,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Görl,
The Zeros,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lindisfarne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
Barbara Tucker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.