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 Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Buzzcocks to the disco 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Desert Stars,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
Animal Collective,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
The Slackers,
Pylon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
Ohio Players,
Cluster,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.