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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Intrusion 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
Blossom Toes,
kango's stein massive,
Brick,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
Essential Logic,
Ten City,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
The Walker Brothers,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Funky Four + One,
Sparks,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
Procol Harum,
Eden Ahbez,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.