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 Egypt and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 disco 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
Fluxion,
Interpol,
Tom Boy,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Intrusion,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
Accadde A,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
UT,
DNA,
Dawn Penn,
Yaz,
Model 500,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
Yellowson,
PIL,
the Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
The Gun Club,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lower 48,
This Heat,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skriet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
JFA,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.