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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Stetsasonic to the crunk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang On A Can,
Main Source,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Monolake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
Eden Ahbez,
The Barracudas,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minutemen,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
Carl Craig,
Mandrill,
Lakeside,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.