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 Japan and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Glenn Branca to the jazz 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
The Gories,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
Essential Logic,
Patti Smith,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Eddi Front,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
Cluster,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan,
Fluxion,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
Radiohead,
Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fatback Band,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.