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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Nik Kershaw to the techno 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
Sex Pistols,
ABC,
Josef K,
Cluster,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
Barrington Levy,
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
the Fania All-Stars,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Technova,
Circle Jerks,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
Lakeside,
Parry Music,
Man Parrish,
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blackbyrds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
Index,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.