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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Sonic Youth to the grime 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blackbyrds,
In Retrospect,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
Goldenarms,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Parrish,
Yazoo,
the Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
Byron Stingily,
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
Fear,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
Technova,
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
X-101,
Faraquet,
Ten City,
Sixth Finger,
Ice-T,
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Remains,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.