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 Korea North and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Charles Mingus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Ronan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Silicon Teens,
Crash Course in Science,
New Age Steppers,
Slave,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
Agent Orange,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
Skaos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
R.M.O.,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
Pylon,
Oblivians,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.