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 Kenya and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Harpers Bizarre to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
Peter & Gordon,
World's Most,
Mars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
Swans,
The Selecter,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed,
The Smoke,
Magazine,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Black Dice,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Symarip,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
The Neon Judgement,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.