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 Malawi 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Eli Mardock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
In Retrospect,
Albert Ayler,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
The Fortunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
Zero Boys,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
Fatback Band,
Todd Terry,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now,
the Normal,
Alphaville,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris & Cosey,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
Dorothy Ashby,
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
Sugar Minott,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
The Real Kids,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.