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 Peru and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Pylon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Goldenarms,
Crime,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock,
Wire,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
Lightning Bolt,
Scrapy,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
Maurizio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
the Association,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.