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 Spain and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
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 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 Harry Pussy to the punk 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Stooges,
Basic Channel,
The Techniques,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
Motorama,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT,
Harmonia,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus,
Magma,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxy Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
Ituana,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra,
The Last Poets,
Judy Mowatt,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
Ralphi Rosario,
Josef K,
Model 500,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
New Order,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.