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 Malta and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
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 Kerrie Biddell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
Spandau Ballet,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
Monolake,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
The Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
Desert Stars,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Misunderstood,
Niagra,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
OOIOO,
Cybotron,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
Can,
UT,
The Five Americans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
Scientists,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.