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 Greece and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Popol Vuh to the disco 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
the Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Sparks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gories,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
Kas Product,
Intrusion,
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Malaria!,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
Franke,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
Index,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.