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 Yemen and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
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 mellotron 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
Black Flag,
Groovy Waters,
Eli Mardock,
Carl Craig,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camouflage,
Fela Kuti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
Pylon,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
E-Dancer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Sherman,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.