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 Egypt and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Underground Resistance to the funk 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
Roger Hodgson,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warsaw,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Knickerbockers,
Scion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Leaves,
Aaron Thompson,
Oblivians,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket,
Barry Ungar,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
Sex Pistols,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
the Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.