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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Malaria! to the dance 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
John Foxx,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
The American Breed,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
Bang On A Can,
Dennis Brown,
Gong,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Hasil Adkins,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
Animal Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
Danielle Patucci,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry,
Fear,
The Cure,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.