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 Syria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Black Bananas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
Lower 48,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Adolescents,
Whodini,
This Heat,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Chris & Cosey,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound,
Jerry's Kids,
PIL,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Hood,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
Ludus,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.