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 Italy and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Selecter to the grime 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boogie Down Productions,
The American Breed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
Khruangbin,
Warsaw,
Monks,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Near,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mummies,
Alison Limerick,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tropical Tobacco,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.