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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kas Product to the funk 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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nirvana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
Infiniti,
The Birthday Party,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
Guru Guru,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
Rekid,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Aural Exciters,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Motorama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Walker Brothers,
Yaz,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.